There it was, a new note slid under the door. He let it set, confident it wasn't going to leave, and paced recklessly, shaken to the quick to pick it up. Was she up to her old tricks? How did she get in in the first place? Her stealth became her. He would expect no less, but why the stalking and why the mess? She would profess something profound, about new found honesty, just now discovered, and the lover she'd always adored. How she lamented the many ways she'd mistreated me. And it was real. But it cemented the deal, that envelope, left sealed, its contents never to be revealed.
Choosing instead to busy himself preparing for the day ahead...barely conscious of his doings, showered, brushed his teeth, or had he?...forgot a jacket and it was freezing, but his biggest concern was in the fleeing, crushing the note while slamming the door, trusting when he got home, it wouldn't be there anymore.
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