Emma

I wake to bright sunlight streaming through my two large windows. I forgot to close the drapes last night. I sit up against my headboard, the sheet falling from my shoulders to my waist. The cool air alerts me to my naked chest. I shake my head, remembering I was too tired to shower and change last night.

Reaching for my cell phone, my hand freezing midair when I notice the paper tented upon it. My fingertips trace my name scribed on it. It’s not Bonnie or Kate’s ...