The closet told me everything. Jyll’s side was bare. Her favorite sweater — the fluffy pale blue one she wore when she was down with a cold — was gone.
And so was her makeup bag, her laptop, and the small framed photo of the four of us at the beach last summer.
All… gone.
Jyll’s side was bare.
Then, I went to the kitchen. There, on the counter beside my coffee mug, was a folded piece of paper.
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“Zach,
I think you deserve a new beginning with the girls.
Don’t blame yourself, please. Just… don’t.
But if you want answers… I think it’s best you ask your mom.
All my love,
Jyll.”
I think you deserve a new beginning with the girls.
My hands were shaking when I called the school.
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It went straight to voicemail: “Office hours are 7:30 to 4:00…”
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