If Sophia Finds This...
Sophia stared at the notebook.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
For several seconds she couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think.
The words on the first page seemed to blur together.
If Sophia finds this...
Why would Steve write that?
Why not:
Dear Sophia
Or:
To my wife
Or anything normal.
Anything less terrifying.
Slowly, her trembling fingers reached for the notebook.
Her heart pounded harder with every passing second.
Then she opened it.
The next page contained Steve's handwriting.
Neat.
Familiar.
Painfully familiar.
Sophia,
If you're reading this, then things have become worse than I hoped.
First, I need you to know one thing.
I love you.
I have loved you every day since the m
