My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

fast enough I can keep one good piece of what I was to you.

The second one was worse.

Then worse again.

By the fourth letter I understood something I hadn’t before. Karen had tried to get out. Not cleanly. Not bravely enough. But she had tried. Daniel kept the letters. Daniel had taken her phone once, according to a note. Daniel had told her I’d had “a continue reading …