Page 213 of Dear Rosie
She didn’t believe me when I said I could find her. But I wasn’t lying.
And I was never pretending.
She’ll understand that soon.
I just need to do a few things first.
ONE HUNDRED FORTY
ROSALYN
I switch tabs on my laptop, looking between my bank account, a list of rental apartments outside of Chicago, and another list of places in northern Minnesota.
If I stay in Minnesota, I’ll be able to keep my business licensing stuff the same. But if I stay in Minnesota, I’m easy to find.
Different state. Different business name. That’s the smarter choice.
I click on the other tab I have open for Hawaii.
Maybe I should put an ocean between Nathan and me. If he decides to look for me, he would never look there.
I glance at the Wi-Fi symbol at the top of my screen and wonder if Nathan can track my laptop somehow.
I turned my phone off yesterday.
I should’ve done it the second I left his condo, but I needed the GPS to get to this hotel. And after I checked in, I cried myself to sleep and didn’t wake up until noon, which is when I turned my phone off.
I need to email Presley.
Need to figure out what to do with the rest of the events I’ve booked this year.
I put my elbows on the little desk and drop my head into my hands.
I worked so hard to have independence. But it was just that. Hard.
And I don’t really want life to be hard anymore.
Maybe I should just let Rosalyn’s Restaurant go.
I can get a job at someone else’s restaurant. I can work to survive until this heartbreak passes. Then I can?—
The sound of something sliding across the rough carpet has my head jerking up.
I look at the door.
It’s still closed.
But my breath catches.
Because lying on the floor, two feet from the door, is a folded piece of paper.
A letter.
I stare at it.
Then at the door.
He found me.
