Chapter 3

I pushed the door open, and the entryway light was still on.

There was a sticky note on the fridge: [Got an emergency case at the firm. Can't make it home tonight, but I'll be there on time tomorrow. Love you.]

Those words felt like they were laughing at me, calling me a fool.

What a liar. I yanked the note off and shredded it.

I walked into the bedroom and dug out a thick stack of yellowed love letters. Back in college, he'd slip one into my textbook every single day.

The photo album was full of pictures from…