Late Night Mystery
Apr 9th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I’m at that point in my life where I need to wake up at least once in the middle of the night. Stumbling through the dark to the bathroom, the street lamp cast a shadow across the table, revealing a yellow envelope.
With groggy eyes, I opened the missive to find a short note on a scrap of aged paper.
“I miss you.”
It wasn’t signed, but the script was familiar. There was no mistaking this had been written by Beverly, my wife.
Dropping the note, I searched frantically throughout the house. Beverly had died exactly one year ago tonight.