You and the girls will be better off without me.
— Sam.”
I read it once.
Then again.
Because my mind refused to accept that this was real.
“Erica?” Riley’s voice was soft, careful. “Are you okay?”
I looked at her—but it felt like looking through glass. “Where’s Sam?”
Health
She shifted uncomfortably. “A nurse came for him after you left. Said there was paperwork at the front desk.”
My heart started pounding.
“Did he say anything?”
She shook her head. “Not to me. But he kissed the girls on their foreheads. His gaze lingered.” Her voice caught slightly. “I asked if he wanted me to call you. He said no. He said to let you eat first.”
Let you eat first.
I handed her the note with shaking hands.
And I was already dialing.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Voicemail.
Then Gia.
She answered too quickly.
