But safe had never been why she loved him.
Lena stared at the ticket. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. A text from an unknown number, though she knew it was him: Home Together Version 0.25.1
Until now.
The rain had just started again when Lena found the note. Not on the kitchen counter where she’d left it two days ago, but tucked inside the coffee canister—a spot only someone who knew her habits would check. But safe had never been why she loved him
Lena’s hand paused mid-scoop. The beans crunched softly as she set the canister down. Her apartment was quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant drumming of water against the fire escape. She lived alone. Had for three years now. And yet, the handwriting was unmistakably Mark’s. A text from an unknown number, though she