my attention.
Some people enter your life when you least expect it.
Grant had responded with a heart.
I took screenshots of everything.
Then I messaged her from my real account.
“My name is Rachel. I believe you recently traveled with my husband, Grant. I found your note in his suitcase. I am not angry with you, but I need to understand what happened.”
She read it twenty minutes later.
No response came.
By lunchtime, I assumed she would block me.
Then an unknown number called.
“Hello?”
“Is this Rachel?”
