I dive down to the shelf on my bedside table, seeing that the few items that were stashed in there are pulled out. I grab the pocket folder where I kept some of her letters—my favorite ones that I reread—but as soon as I pick it up, I already feel the weightlessness of it. “No, no, no, no . . .” I flip open the top and look inside. “What is it?” “Fuck!” I growl. Every single one of them gone. I fling the folder away from me. “Shit!”
