"A paper? Isn't your fridge door always filled with sticky notes? Can you be more specific?" Sarah asked.
Grace fell silent for a few seconds. From Sarah's response, it was clear that she didn't know which paper she was referring to. Could it be that she didn’t find it?
"So, you didn't find any notes at all?" Grace asked again.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I just asked you, what kind of paper are you talking about, Grace? If it's just a piece of paper, I see plenty of it on your fridge door, and of course, I wouldn't pay attention to all the nonsense I didn't understand."
Sarah's answer was a stamp that validated Grace's thought that she didn't find her suicide note. Sarah wasn't someone to conceal things; she would speak up immediately if something was wrong. Grace, who was on the verge of
