But Suzie was gone.
At first, I thought she might have stepped out for a moment. Maybe she’d gone to get some air or talk to a nurse.
Then I noticed the note lying beside the bed.
My heart began pounding as I picked it up. My hands trembled while I unfolded it.
“Goodbye. Take care of them. Ask your mother WHY she did this to me.”
The words hit me like ice water.
I read the note again.
And again.
But the words didn’t change. They didn’t soften or transform into something less terrifying.
