Melissa sat, numb with shock, staring at the scribbled writing ont he page wihtout really seeing the words. She’s read it once, then read it again, unable to belive what she was seeing. After five years together, and six months officially engaged, her fiance, Daniel, was gone.
Leaning back into the sofa, Melissa looked around the living room. At first, she hadn’t noticed the few things out of place, missing. But now it was so obvious. The hall closet, where she’d just tossed her denim jacket, was void of Daniel’s leather baseball jacket and heavy wool tranch coat. The umbrella stand by the front door held only her own black abnd white polka dot umbrella – and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
Turning to her left, she noticed the tapes and CDs which were usually neatly stacked, were haphazardly placed on top of the stereo and speakers. She noticed now several were missing, most of which she realized angrily, were hers. The coffee table before her still boasted the dirty coffee mugs and cereal bowls from their hasty breakfast just a few short hours ago.
It seemed like a normal Tuesday morning; both of them getting ready for work, both of them running late. Daniel was quiet and grumpy, but then again, he wasn’t a morning person.