For the second time since the letters had begun, Taylor let one sit longer than necessary. Not out of uncertainty like the last time, but intent.
Adam’s last letter had been lighter than usual, a story about a customer who insisted his car was “fine” while the engine practically rattled itself apart. That was then followed by half-joking remark about how Taylor had been quiet lately.
You disappear sometimes, he had written. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just noticeable.
She had read that line several times over. Not because it bothered her, but because it told her something.
Adam had noticed. Not just her words, but the absence of them.
Taylor folded the letter slowly and set it aside, her mind already working through the shape of it. Up until now, she had been the one observing, guiding
