Chapter 3

The next morning, Mark had already left for work.

Breakfast was on the table—coffee and a toasted bagel—with a sticky note pressed beside it.

[Wait for me.]

Just three words.

Looking at that note, I remembered the "Feeling better?" text he sent when I had that fever.

That was just the kind of man he was.

A minimalist with his words, expressing everything with the absolute bare minimum.

I used to think it was just his personality; later, I thought it was coldness; now, I think it's likely both.

I finished my breakfast and headed to the elementary school where…