The next morning Sarah woke up entangled in Mort's arms, his head resting against her chest. She drew in a deep breath and let a slow sigh, careful not to make it too loud. She cracked her neck from side to side and closed her eyes shut again, not wanting to be in the situation she was in, nor for once in her life, wrapped up in the arms of who she was next to. She slowly lifted up his arm and placed it on the empty part of the bed next to him and pushed herself away from his sleeping body. She looked down at him felt a sharp pain dig itself through her heart. She couldn't imagine what he was going through inside his head, nor what was going on with him. He was not the same person she had fallen in love with at least she knew that much was true. She stared at him as she laid there and thought about all the times they had shared and the sweet words he whispered into her ears and how they meant nothing now. She watched his chest rise and fall, heavy with slumber, and she stared at his blonde hair that she still was having a hard time adjusting too. She noticed that a strand had fallen out of place and was dangling carelessly by his nose. She frowned and decided to push is back behind his ear. As she did this her heart hurt again and she found her eyes flooding with tears. She thought about the night that he had proposed to her. She thought about the expression on his face when she had accepted his proposal and the undeniable passion they had shared that night and all the nights in the passed. She thought about all the "I love yous" and all the "I love you mores" and the "babys" and "honeys" and "sweety's". She cried for what she would miss but most of all she cried for what was gone inside him.

After Sarah had shed her tears she decided to go sneak a peek at what Mort had written the night before while she had the chance. She quietly closed the door to the bedroom and sat down at the computer. She opened up the most recent file and grew anxious when she read that it was saved as "Letter to Sarah"
Sarah-
I know that you are going to be reading this and that was the plan. I figured as much. Don't be afraid, the following is to help you not to trap you or to intimidate you anymore than I already have.
As you know, I'm not in the best conditions right now. I want you to know that I am fully aware of that. I have come to the conclusion that you are not happy with me anymore and I can understand why. I knew that you would figure out the situation sooner or later, either from my mouth or the way you did, either way. If you wouldn't have found out the way you did, I probably would have told you and confessed to you, because I love you and I tell you everything, even the dark sides of my personality will confess to you, you are my everything. I don't want to do this, but I feel that it is necessary for you to leave. I'm sure that you are probably planing your own escape yourself, but I know that money is an issue.
There is one problem though. I'm not aware of when I can and can't trust myself or my actions or my behavior. So I have left you some money in the night stand and I will be leaving tomorrow (probably today when you read this) and that will be your best time to leave. I don't want to know where you are going, I don't want to know where who you are with etc. All I ask is that you simply call me and let me know that you are okay when you get yourself settled. Call me private number and do not give me any information about where you are. I just want to know that the only person I have truly loved is safe, because honestly, by doing this, I know in my heart, that this is the only way that you will be safe. Just know and remember in your heart and memories the man I was and the man I still am (when I write something like this) when you think about me and the times we've shared, still loves you just as much as the first day he made love to you and always will. This is my last promise to you, I promise to hold you forever in my highest dreams so that I can one day escape what I have become and still am becoming.
All my love,
Mort

~*~

Sarah waited for Mort to leave and sure enough just as his letter to her said he would, he did. He finally woke up at around 10:30am, jumped in the shower, got dressed and headed out without even saying a word to her. She decided that he must have known deep down that she read it through that morning. After he left, she hurried into the bedroom and searched in his night stand, she discovered an envelope with her name on it. When she opened it up she discovered $3,000 in cash, all 100s. That would definitely get her somewhere. She had to hurry though and think but that wasn't the easiest thing when her mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. She rushed to the phone and dialed her friend Jennifer and as she packed her utmost belongings she explained to her all that had happened to her since her life altering trip to the cabin.
Jennifer lived in up state New York in a decent two room apartment by herself. She and Sarah had been best friends since their freshman year of highschool and had stayed in contact ever since they had graduated. Jennifer worked as a secretary at an office for a lawyer making pretty decent pay. The two had been through a lot together and Jennifer knew Mort very well, she was actually the one who had introduced Sarah to him. Jennifer had meet Mort through the lawyer she worked for, Mort being one of his clients, and she knew that Sarah was one of his biggest fans and that she had she read most of publications, so she set up a date for the two of them. From there on out Mort and Sarah had been inseparable, until now anyhow and Sarah knew that Jennifer would be just as shocked as she was feeling about the situation.
Jennifer listened intently to Sarah's disappointing and horrifying news, she also decided that it would be best if she came and stayed with her as long as she split the rent and carried her weight along the household. Sarah agreed, relieved that she had a place to go to. Jennifer was more than caring and understanding, she promised to help provide her with some more advice and to help her more emotionally when she arrived.
After Sarah got off the phone, she threw her belongs in her car, made sure that she had all her important papers such as social security, birth certificate etc. and grabbed her purse and went to head out the door. Right as she was about to close the door she noticed a small pain in her heart but she did all she could to ignore it and drew in one last look at a picture of Mort and her on the fridge from Christmas, she sighed and slipped back in through the doorway and walked up to the fridge and removed the heart-shaped magnet from it and slipped it into her purse. She sluggishly made her way back to the door and felt tears collecting in the back of her throat, just waiting to bellow over and fall out, but some how she held them back. Carefully, she took one last look at the cabin and then shut the door and locked away her now past. She got into her red Mustang and hauled tail to New York , wanting nothing more than to be in the arms of a caring best friend than then the arms of an insane lover.