There was a Save the Date, your yoga class schedule, a ten-dollars-off coupon for Benny’s, our favorite pizza spot. Right over the water dispenser was the strip of photo booth pictures we took at some work event of yours. Holding it in place in the right-hand corner was a magnet with only two letters: ha. Here you were again. It was like we were having a conversation. I could hear your laugh. Did you mean to do that? How many times had I passed and not noticed? My eyes scanned the fridge for more messages.
