Formula.
Organic vegetables.
Coffee.
At the bottom were four words written in Daniel’s handwriting:
Make Claire pick these up.
I looked at the note for a few seconds.
Then I laughed.
I carried it over to the fireplace and let it fall into the flames.
The edges of the paper curled and darkened.
My phone vibrated with an email confirming the largest contract my company had secured that year.
Outside, bright sunlight filled the garden.
The house was silent.
But it wasn’t lonely.
It was quiet.
There is a difference.
Daniel once believed his biggest mistake was being caught.
It wasn’t.
His biggest mistake was assuming the woman cleaning the house was getting it ready for his new life.
I was.
Just not the life he had imagined.
