Debbie
The morning light poked through my bedroom curtains, bright and insistent. I reached out, my hand brushing the empty space beside me. River was gone. I sat up. The scent of him was still clinging to the sheets.
I turned to the nightstand and my eyes caught something, a piece of paper.
I reached for it, picked it up, and there it was—his handwriting, jagged and hurried.
“Good morning, beautiful. I didn’t want to wake you. You needed the rest more than anything. Thank you for everything. I’ll see you in the office. Gotta go. I love you.
P.S. I kissed you before leaving.”
I traced the letters, a small, genuine smile spreading across my face.
River… He's so sweet. even though this rut made him almost unrecognizable.
Then my mind drifted to Rain.
Rain.
I felt a sudden pang of g
