The Curse of A Lifetime

Chapter 36

SARAH

"What do you want to show me?" He sits next to me on the inside of the covers.

Carter reaches into his sweatshirt pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He hands it to me, but before letting go he says, "I found this at the cabin a couple of hours ago."

"Why did it take you so long to give it to me?" I unfold the folded paper and open it.

His shoulder brushes against my shoulder and he leans in, "I smoked a fat blunt and didn't want to drive."

I stifle a laugh, "that was a good idea."

"I also knocked out," he chuckles.

Carter swings his arm around me and pulls me in, "just read it, okay?" I nod, "dear my love," I crank my head, but he simply pushes it back down.

"Read," I obey, my face heats up in uncertainty. Did he write this?

"When we first got together, you were worried what Sarah would think of us." I pause, "who wrote this?"

He groans, "just read it, will you?"

I shake my head, but continue, "I swore to you she would be okay with us and I was right, she was. It took some time for me to be okay with the mission, I felt obligated to protect you from him."

Chills run down my back as Carter rubs small circles on my arm. "I have allowed myself to fall for the mission too far and I wish, god I wish I could take it back. It is done now, the mission is done."

"I am sorry you had to be the one in this, I tried to fight it. It overcame me so many times. I wish I was stronger." Whoever wrote this must have been crying. There were tear markings in this part of the letter.

"I should have let Carter take the fall, he should have been the one to full fill the mission, but of course, it had other plans." I pull the letter from my face.

"What does that mean?" He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, I found it at the cabin."

"Obviously, but the mission?" I bring the letter back up for me to see.

"I love you and I know I won't be able to see you again for what I have done." My eyes become watery and I feel the stinging tears fall, "baby, don't cry."

"What's wrong?" Carter hugs me close to him and consoles me, "I don't know, I am just emotional."

"It's okay baby, I can finish reading it," he grabs the letter.

I curl into Carter more and let him finish reading the letter, "I am sincerely sorry, your love and kindness have given me the strength to do the right thing. Hopefully, it will leave and you can be at peace."

The letter ends there, Carter places the letter on the side table next to him. He clears his throat and pulls the covers over our arms.

"What does that letter mean? Like who wrote it?" Chills cover my arms, I shiver in his grasp. Carter rubs my arms, "you're cold?"

"A little," he pulls me on top of him.

My clothed chest scrapes his chest with warmth spreading across my back. His hands wander, giving me the warmth I need. I lay my head in the crook of his neck. The intoxicating smell of roses and river drive itself into my senses.

Very least, the smell of weed comes last, but I have been growing to love that smell on him. He has been smoking less lately.

I told him I wasn't comfortable with him smoking around me and he was okay with that. He told me he would stop smoking around me as long as he could smoke when he is not with me.