***Patrick POV***
I wake up and the bed is cold. I'm usually the first one out of bed, so I wonder what Nora could be doing, it's only 6am. After washing in the bathroom and getting dressed into some black slacks and a white shirt, I leave the bedroom, expecting to find Nora in her dressing room or the kitchen. As I leave the room, I feel something slippery under my feet, almost making me lose balance. When I see the piece of paper lying on the floor, my heart immediately begins to hammer against my chest. Reading the words that Nora has written, my body begins to shake with a mixture of rage and panic. Please no, not again. I fold the paper and shove it into the pocket of my pants.
