~Narrator’s~

"If you're planning to disappear, O’Neal, you better make it clean—because I don’t forgive twice."

The drawer doesn’t even fight back. It slides open like it’s tired too. Reo pulls out a stack of receipts, a few business memos and a ribbon that still smells faintly like her perfume. He’s not looking for anything in particular. He’s just trying to find the draft proposal Jennie said she scribbled down last week. She’s not in the room, and that’s good.

But something hidden under a file folder makes him freeze.

It’s a crumpled piece of paper. Blue-inked. Torn at the edge like it was ripped out of a journal. His...