I neatly arranged these things that symbolized my status as ‘Mrs. Shaw,’ one by one.
Then, I turned around and never looked back.
I took out a brand new phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, it’s me.”
“From now on, there’s no Mrs. Shaw in the world.”
Felix Shaw didn’t contact me again, probably thinking I was still throwing a tantrum.
Whatever.
I was too busy to pay him any attention.
The gossip headlines were pushing out relentlessly.
In the photos, he and Claire Green were seen together. A tenderness I had never seen before shone through his stern face.
Felix Shaw neither admitted nor denied the affair with Claire Green.
I scrolled through the news, turned off my phone, and continued counting all my assets.
The things I had used to get to Felix Shaw were now converted into cash and deposited into the account of a non-governmental organization combating human trafficking.
The person in charge was incoherent with emotion, constantly expressing his gratitude.
I, however, stared at the photos of the rescued children, lost in thought.
Felix Shaw and I escaped the kidnappers.
But we were lost in the mountains.
Little Felix Shaw gave me the last of the wild fruit he had picked, and ate mud for food.