(Millie POV)
The first anonymous note came on a Wednesday.
I was taking the kitchen garbage out at six forty-five in the morning. I had been taking the kitchen garbage out for Adrianna for nine years, she has had a thing about full kitchen garbage cans, that is, I'm now realizing in retrospect, the worst and most Adrianna thing about her. She had never once in my lifetime taken out the kitchen garbage herself, not once, not even the morning she came home from Tahoe with her pink suitcase. Her pink suitcase, her husband's letter, her bed lock, but not the kitchen garbage.
I was carrying the bag down the back stairs when the note came loose from inside the can lining. I did not see the note at first. The note was white. The note was inside the bag like a thing that had been tucked careful
