Hailey

I found the letter under my pillow.

I don't know how long it had been there. I had been sleeping in the guest room for two nights now, barely eating, barely talking, just existing inside the wreckage of everything I thought I knew. But this morning when I reached under my pillow for my phone, my fingers touched an envelope instead.

No name on the front. No stamp. Just my name written in handwriting I didn't recognize.

I sat up slowly and opened it.

It was short. Half a page. The handwriting was rushed, like someone wrote it in a hurry.

Hailey. By the time you read this I...