I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

I don’t know what to call me either.

I’m sorry about your shoe.

That last line made me make a sound I can’t really describe. Half laugh, half sob, half something busted. Too many halves. Whatever.

Enclosed with the note was my left sneaker.

Cleaned.

The lace tied in a neat knot.

11:31

I still wake up at weird hours and check that my location is on.

I still continue reading …