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Marilyn
The third file she opened showed her Calvin in another airport. He was wearing a full three–plece sult, and there was a very large bouquet of brightly coloured flowers handed to him by a man waiting for him. She saw him walk through that airport, a smile on his face.
He stopped and waited by a gate. She could only imagine it was the one that the flight he was waiting on was going to taxi to, for disembarking. Marilyn watched him pull a small box from his inner jacket pocket and open it, look at the contents and then close it once more. She saw him standing there waiting for a plane to
land.
It was all true, she realised, that Calvin had been going to propose to Marrin when she got off that plane. It was all there for her to see, the tale William had told her of Calvin’s plans for a grand gesture of his declaration of love, was all laid out before her to see, undeniable proof of his intention that day.
Then she got to see, to her own horror, as the plane Calvin was waiting on, the one he had put Marrin on, crashed landed. The footage of it was from a camera on the outside of the terminal, and she saw it all. Then the footage switched to inside the airport, before the crash even happened, and she was watching Calvin’s reaction to what he himself was seeing on that day.
He’d picked up the sound of it before turning to see the crash. She saw the way he looked at the plane, the way those flowers and the small box fell from his hands, as he registered what he was seeing, the very plane
Marrin was on crash landing.
He’d just let go of everything in his need to track that plane down the runway. She saw him as he ran through the airport, his eyes never leaving the windows, the sight of that plane, in his disbelief of what he was seeing. The way, he came to a standstill, both his hands on the glass of the window before him as he watched that plane burst into flames.
His shake of the head, the way he kind of just fell down to his knees as he watched on. She could only imagine in his grief, a hand still pressed to the window before him, as the other kind of just went limp and dangled at his side, as he watched the tragedy of everything unfold before his very eyes. He didn’t really move for many minutes and then something out there caught his attention, and he was just up and gone, racing off
down the airport once more.
It was hard for her to watch that, and tears welled up at seeing him in such a state, trying to comprehend how he must have felt at that moment. She didn’t think she could understand how he felt, but she knew it was terrible, just from watching him.
The fourth file, something she hesitated to open, due to the last one… did she want to know anymore of what he went through? She had to take breath and blot the tears away from watching the last file before clicking
into it.
It was filled with many things, mostly footage of Calvin all over the airport in Italy, trying to get answers as he looked for Marrin in those first few hours, as survivors were taken off the plane and the few days that followed, then there was some footage of him at the hospitals over there, she could only imagine where the survivors had been sent to, as he searched for her.
There were newspaper articles about all that happened, including ones about Calvin searching for his wife,
Matrin, who was supposed to be on the plane. Then flight plans logged of his own private jet, as he tracked and traced Mamin backwards to America and that fight she never got on. She knew he was trying to find out where she had gotten off the plane. When he realised, she wasn’t on the one that had crash landed
Marilyn bit her lip as she watched him. She could actually see his distress and the way he became more and more dishevelled over the days and then weeks of trying to find Marrin. He’d been clean shaven and all dressed up that day, and when he’d returned to America, he’d been in jeans and tee shirt with a beard. growing, looking a right mess compared to how even she herself had seen him weeks ago in Houston.
Marilyn closed out of the file, knowing she would never ever watch it again. His pain had been real, and she knew she’d just watch him lose the woman he loved. She’d just seen many things that made up the timeline
William had presented to her all the facts as he’d known it, and he’d told her the reason why Calvin had divorced her, it was just to get out of that contract marriage so he could propose properly and tell her he loved her. Everything she’d just watched aligned to everything she’d read and been told by William
the sound of what she knew to be her own car accident.
Marilyn couldn’t even begin to imagine how Calvin must have felt during that time in his life, and then to find out that she wasn’t even on the plane, all his grief and trauma of what he’d seen, and felt that day, the days that followed, about putting her on that plane, she couldn’t even begin to comprehend it all.
Only for him to come home and hear that message of her screaming and being in an accident, knowing she wasn’t on the plane, but it sounded like she was. She knew it was that one recording in his apartment that made him hate her. He thought she’d done it on purpose to make him feel guilty and that he’d killed her. Likely where his obsession had started, she thought sadly.
Marilyn sat there and wondered if she knew she was pregnant when they were getting a divorce. She didn’t recall anything from that time. She had no idea if she’d been keeping a secret from him or not. But right this very minute she hoped not, that man, it appeared had been through hell already. She didn’t want to cause him any more pain than what he’d already suffered.

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