No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

My heart sank even further. "Mrs. Walker, I'm Deborah's... friend. I heard something happened to her. Can you tell me how she's doing, what happened?"

"We don't know... she won't talk," Mrs. Walker said, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Is Deborah's boyfriend there?" I asked.

"Boyfriend?" Mrs. Walker paused, seemingly unaware of this detail.

My heart plummeted, and I also knew the answer. Deborah had gone through something major, and her boyfriend wasn't there. It seemed clear that whatever happened to Deborah involved her boyfriend. "Deborah's friend, what's this about her boyfriend?" Mrs. Walker picked up on the concern in my voice and asked.

"Mrs. Walker, it's something Deborah should tell you herself. Can you let her talk to me on the phone? Tell her it's Felicia."

"Okay, okay, please talk to her," Mrs. Walker was noticeably agitated.

Soon, I heard Mrs. Walker telling Deborah, "Deborah, it's your friend, Felicia... she wants to talk to you..."

Then there was silence. I guessed Mrs. Walker had put the phone next to Deborah, so I spoke up, "Deborah, I'm in Houston now. My phone was broken, and I only saw your message today."

with your boyfriend?" Deborah remained silent, as if she had lost her voice. I still didn't hear

I still asked, "Deborah, what happened?

I

straightforward, as if she could keep smiling no matter what

now, she was

Speak to me, what did that jerk

"This stubborn girl won't talk. I'll ask her again later." "Mrs. Walker, don't push her if she doesn't want

then I'm leaving it

please keep an eye on her," I couldn't help but express

up easily unless something made her utterly

it, so she must still be trapped in her situation, fearing

done to make her lose

of one meant finding someone

did

heart felt like it was being crushed under a boulder because of Deborah's suicide attempt, I wasn't in a