Sunday arrived, and Travis drove to Paula’s place up the hill to bring her to the wedding. When he got there, she wasn’t to be found. He honked and called, but there was no answer. He figured she was napping or went out for a walk, but he couldn’t find her. He checked her barn and walked around, calling out regularly.
Then he knocked at her door again. There was still no answer. He tried the doorknob, and it opened. He called out for her again, so he walked around. She wasn’t in the house, so he checked the garage. He found her, sitting in a chair. Dead from a gunshot wound. A handgun was on the floor next to her.
He read the nearby note.
To Ben and his family, today is Sunday. Two days ago, I had a stroke. It scared me and affected my entire right side. I couldn’t talk, only mumble, an
