I rest my head against the door. “You know, I see you. You can act like whatever you feel doesn’t matter, but it does.” I have no idea where that came from, but it only encourages me to keep going. For a long moment I don’t hear anything or get a note from him. “Garcia, you there?” I sit on my knees, my hand reaching for the doorknob until another Post-it is slipped underneath. I really need you.
