The dinner party was an easy cleanup thanks to the barbecue and everyone eating everything. No leftovers save for a tiny bit of cake and every wine bottle in the house emptied and rinsed and packed into a box by Dalton, who is good at those things. When they were all outside on the porch I wiped down the counters and tables and then I went upstairs to sit in the walk-in closet and I opened my envelope from Caleb.
Three words on the page in his handwriting. Those very predictable three little words you think of when someone says think of three words.
Not I am fine.
Or How are you?
Or even Just a minute.
Or help me please.
It said I love you.
I just don't understand what he means.
