He was so angry.

She’d known he would be angry. She’d known because she had been angry.

Devastated.

To think that all that time…

She watched the blood rush to his face as he searched for words…and found them.

She knew he was yelling at her. She heard bits and pieces, but she wasn’t really listening.

That night. Tried. Felt. Misinterpreted.

Karen. 

Her eyes closed in relief. Finally.

That was all she needed to hear. The plan had been set into motion. Now he could understand. Learn. Recognize.

He didn’t watch, didn’t comprehend yet, as she smiled and walked away.