A dozen ignored phone calls plus a curt message. And according to Kate, the page not found notice meant he’d blocked me or deleted his account. So I’d potentially driven the poor man off Facebook. Just how many ways were there for Jack to tell me that what I did was unforgivable? All week long, I couldn’t stop thinking about the message he sent. I don’t even know who you are. That’s what really bothered me, because it wasn’t the case. He did know who I was. At the risk of turning into a stalker-type person, I had one last option. I opened a new page in my notebook and began to write. Dear Jack, I’d like to introduce myself properly. I’m Annabel Markham. You may not have noticed me much in school. I was the fat girl who never looked anyone in the eye for fear of what I’d see there. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be sociable, just that I didn’t know how to do it very well. So you’d have thought I was shy, or possibly a little standoffish. I was also a good student, except for PE, and even though I can’t play piano my singing voice is all right.
