The Woman in the Letter

PART 24

I adjusted the car seat. I got used to it from the first day I learned to drive. It seemed to me that I would not be able to drive if the seat was not comfortable. When I put the kitchen knife in the side seat, I thought the step I took was very childish. It was Madness. I lost my mind enough to take revenge on a man without any proper and logical plan. But this thought could not stop me.It was about seven o'clock in the morning. There were very few cars on the roads. While driving, I tried to remember the name of the street. 

As I approached the town, where there were mostly country houses, I had to find someone around whom I could ask for an address. But I got here sooner than I thought. About this time in the morning, people had just woken up. I remembered the address of the house exactly. It wasn't too hard to remember because it was the same number as my room at work. I had to find house number 42. The door of the small grocery store opened. The most perfect place to ask for an address in any neighborhood. The person who knows a neighborhood best could not be but a grocery store clerk.

I slid down the car window and lowered myself a little. When I said, "Good morning," there was no answer.

With a tired look, the middle-aged man turned to me heavily and shook his head reluctantly.

"I wanted to ask you for an address. Can you tell me if you know where house number 42 is? "

The man was still looking at me. I felt like I had entered a street of ghosts that shouldn't be in horror movies."Why are you looking for that house?" he finally spoke. But it would be better if he did not speak.

"It's my acquaintance's house" I lied and pressed my lips together. I tried to look as sincere as I could. But because of my swollen face from crying, I looked more like an alcoholic."Go straight to the end. Then turn left"

"Then? Is there anything that distinguishes the house? To get to know "

He looked at me again. It was as if he was going to sleep with his eyes closed at that moment.

"You said it's your acquaintance's house," he said.

I locked the car doors from the inside for no reason. I could not understand what I was afraid of. I could not find any words to say. I could not find any meaning in what he said."Go to the end. Go left" he repeated. "You'll see the difference in the house yourself," he said and went into the store without even giving me a chance to say thank you. 

"You bloggers had enough" he murmured when he went in the store. 

 It was harder than I thought to look at the numbers on the doors. I could not see well. I didn't know if my eyesight was weak or if I was having trouble seeing because I cried a lot yesterday.There was no need to look at the numbers in the next rows of houses.You will see the difference in the house. Now I understand what that means. The house was different. It was very different.

 I stopped in front of the house, took the knife, and got out of the car. In fact, I didn't need a knife. I opened the broken door a little and looked around the yard. Every place was black. Lıke A piece of flame from the sky fell on the house. The only black stones left were the walls. If you touched it, they would scatter like ashes and be blown away. The house was on fire. Or they burned it. Or ... Paul burned it so as not to leave any traces behind. The knife fell out of my hand. I thought I was very close to Paul to face him. But I realized I was very very far away. These black walls showed me that I still didn't know which way to go to put the end.I trampled on the burnt grass and approached the house to read the writing on the walls. I squeezed my eyes and tried to read

You will love me again.

I quickly turned my head and checked to see if anyone was behind. Then I looked to the right. Suddenly, I went back to protect myself from any attack. Then, with quick steps, I took the knife from the ground and got in the car, and drove away. He knew ... He knew I knew this house ... He knew I would come here ... 

He knew my every step.