I use the toilet, rinse my face and find one of Mark’s robes. I head to the kitchen. There’s a note on the tea kettle.
Mi amor,
Robbie was right about your nickname. You are the sunshine from God in my dark life. A warmth I took for granted. Please forgive me. And please stay.
M
I find another one inside the fridge, on the yogurt I like in the mornings. This one has a big white blob in the middle of the note.
Mi cariño,
Have you texted me ye—
Fuck these paint pens!
I’m not rewriting this again!
Text me.
M
I laugh and pull out my phone.
Eleanna: Good morning
Mark: Hello beautiful
Eleanna: Not a fan of paint pens?
Mark: Writing with that thing is a true act of love
Eleanna: Well, I do love the notes
Mark: Worth it then
Eleanna: Did you sleep at all?
Mark: About an hour in my office.
Mark: I didn’t want to disturb you when I couldn’t stay
Eleanna: An hour!
Eleanna: That is not healthy! Next time come to bed!
Mark: If I’d come to bed I wouldn’t have done much sleeping
Mark: Are you blushing?
Mark: You are
Mark: Wish I was there to see it
Mark: I’ll just have to talk dirty to you at the dinner table
Eleanna: No
Mark: Yes