I push everything else aside and pick it up. I recognize Ruby’s handwriting even before I see her name in the left-hand corner. My pulse picks up as I flip it over and rip it open. I pull out a heavy stack of papers. A yellow Post-it note is stuck to the first page. Nick, Thanks for being my inspiration and my muse. If you hate the ending, then just tell me the package must have gotten lost in the mail. xo, Ruby
