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After my shower, I collapsed onto my bed. My mind was still reeling, but I was a bit more relaxed. I grabbed my remote, clicking through channels. Nothing appealed to me. I turned off the television and placed my remote back onto my nightstand. But something caught my eye. Was there something on my door?
I put my glasses back on and trudged over to my door, throwing the curtain back. There was a folded-up piece of paper taped to the outside of my door. I opened it and grabbed the paper, glancing around the backyard. Nothing and no one there.
I nestled back into my bed and unfolded the paper.
Hey Em,
Not sure what’s going on, but I hope you’re okay.
I miss you. A lot.
—Charlie
PS did I mention I miss you a lot?
My heart fluttered at the note. Maybe Rachel was wrong about her. Would a player write a note like that? Maybe, actually.