Betty
I woke up cold and alone. I was alone on the couch Michael and I had fallen asleep on together. Logic followed panic after the fact, and I was beyond terrified. Maybe he had just been to the bathroom.
"Michael?" I called out.
No response.
I checked the bathroom. Empty. The bedroom. Empty. The whole apartment was quiet and motionless.
There was a note on the kitchen counter. My hands trembled as I raised it.
"Had some important s**t to do. Trust me. I love you. Michael."
I read the story three times, something cold descending into my stomach. He'd left. Without a real explanation. While not letting me know where he would be or when he’d return. Only a cryptic note telling me to have faith in him.
I tried calling. His cell went straight into voice mail.
"Michael, it's me. Wher
