Cassidy is gone. I’m about to tear this place apart. Call the police. Anything to find her when I see a piece of paper folded on the desk. Heading across the space, I grab the paper and open it up. It’s her handwriting, and that’s when I see it’s a letter for me. My throat feels like I swallowed shards of glass as I read the words in front of me. She’s left me. My fists clench, but I keep reading, and what I see next has the note slipping from my grasp.
