Allie
By the end of the first week, Chase had stopped asking whether I wanted coffee in the morning.
He simply left it for me.
Every day before early practice, I woke to find a cup waiting on the kitchen counter beneath a small metal cover that kept it warm. Beside it, he usually placed a short note written in the same neat handwriting he used when signing foundation documents.
Practice until ten. Security team arriving at eleven. Eat breakfast.
Or:
Rain today. Do not use the balcony until the cameras are checked.
The notes sounded more like instructions than affection.
That was why I kept every one.
The first morning, I had carried the coffee upstairs and returned the cup to the sink before he came home. By the fourth, I drank it at the island while answering emails, wearing one
