Chapter 51 The Truth About His Parents

• Adrian hadn't been to bed. The notes were still laid out across his desk in the row he'd made around three that morning, each scrap squared against the next, as if keeping them in order might keep her in the house.
• 'You are brave. Mommy loves you. You can do hard things. You are loved.'Mia's handwriting slanted when she was in a hurry, and on the last note the ink had pooled where she'd stopped to think. He'd read them so many times the words no longer registered as words. They just sounded like her.
• He knew Daniel's knock without looking up.