In the dim light, anger rolled under Christian's eyes.

He loosens his grip on my chin, slowly pulls a neatly folded piece of paper out of his shirt and slaps it on the side of my head on the couch. Then he got up off me and collapsed on the other side of the couch.

As I sat up, the small light in the living room came on.

The bad feeling in my heart was so strong that I picked up the piece of paper as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

I opened it slowly and the three words at the top were like a sharp knife stabbing me...