AMELIA POV
He's consistent. That's what scares me most.
Day two: He comes home at 5:15PM. Walks through the door with his jacket slung over his shoulder, loosening his tie like he's been doing this forever. Ask about my day. Actually listens when I tell him about the novels I have been reading, leaning forward with genuine interest when I mention the ending that made me cry.
Day three: He brings Chinese takeout. The containers are still warm when he sets them on the counter, steam rising when I open them. We eat at the dining table, passing cartons back and forth. He asks about my mother. Remembers she's been stressed about medical bills, even recalls which hospital she goes to.
Day four: I found another note by the coffee maker. Day 4. Still here. Still trying. - D
"He's playing you,
