Title: Letters to Chloe - Part 2
Summary: More trouble for Morris
"Morris, I am sick and tired of this." Chloe said. "I work all day and you can't even put the dishes in the dishwasher?"
It was three months after the letter from Jack had arrived, and Chloe and Morris' relationship was continuing to fall apart.
"Really Chloe, could you find anything more minuscule to bitch about?" Morris countered.
"Well, let's see. I don't know how minuscule this is to you, but I don't believe you've gone to any of your AA meetings this month. Your sponsor called me at work today. You promised me you would stick with it. Where do you go on those nights? A bar?"
Morris flinched at her words. He hadn't been attending his meetings. And he had not expected his sponsor to call Chloe.
"I wasn't at a bar." he said. "I've just been out driving around. I never get any time to myself. I'm cooped up here all day with Emily, and it's getting a bit maddening."
Chloe bit her bottom lip and stared at him, shaking her head in disbelief. "Fine, Morris. Do whatever you want. But if I ever find a bottle in this house, so help me God, I will throw you out of here so fast, you won't know what hit you."
"I get it, Chloe." he grumbled.
"You'd better get it." she said, turning towards the kitchen table. "What? There was no mail today?" she asked.
Morris took a deep breath. "I forgot..."
"I'll get it." she sighed.
"No. I will. Go spend time wih Emily."
He walked out to the mailbox and pulled out the letters. "Wonderful." he muttered to himself as he sorted through the mail and found another letter addressed to Chloe from Jack. He glanced up at the house before quickly pocketing the envelope.
Morris waited until Chloe had gone to bed, and was sure she was asleep, before he took the letter out of his pocket. The postmark was from Africa this time.
I'm sorry it has taken me so long to write again. I've been staying with a friend from Special OPS. It's beautiful here, but I don't know how long I'll be able to stay.
I've had so much time to think these past few months. Things are starting to get clearer in my head. I've come to terms with a lot of things and I want nothing more than to make a fresh start. That being said, there is still something from my past that I have promised myself I won't ever let go of again. When I make it back to the states, I fully intend to make good on this promise. I'll explain more in my next letter, as I haven't been able to come up with the right words just yet. In the meantime, I need to ask one thing of you. Please don't give up on me.
Morris set the letter down in front of him. He was no fool. He could read between the lines. His greatest fear was about to come true. He knew now, more than ever, that his time with Chloe was drawing to an end.