Please buy milk, taped to the fridge.
Have a good day, on the inside of the door.
Love you! On my pillow if I was working late and she had fallen asleep before me.
Always she had been so thoughtful and considerate of me, always making sure I felt her affection. Even though I had thought her lying at the time, finding notes in her hand still made me happy. Even when she was asking me to buy milk, it felt good to be domestic, knowing someone was depending on me when I came home.
This note was in the same hand, but it was very different.
This was Amber telling me she was leaving.
Again.
A sharp jolt of fear struck through me like a lightning bolt. The last time Amber had left, she almost died. I thought she had died, and I lived with that for years.
What if something like that happene
