The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

pretended he was talking to the dog.

I pulled the sticky note off the monitor. My fingers left sweat marks on the yellow paper.

Jolene’s handwriting was slanted and hard to fake. She pressed too deep with the pen. The “T” always looked angry.

It was hers.

I stood in that dead little office in Stamford, under a buzzing light, and noticed what I should’ve continue reading …