Lexington
Rolling over in bed, I reach for Gen to find a cold spot where I expect her to be. I pry one eye open long enough to see that her spot is empty, save a piece of paper on her pillow.
Lex,
Went for a run, didn't want to wake you. I'll be back soon. I have my phone.
Xoxo
I'm grateful she was smart enough not to sign her name. Not that I'm terribly concerned about anyone that might burst in here while I'm sleeping, but I don't want anything lying around, or in the trash, or anywhere else someone might find it with her real name scrawled on it in her dainty handwriting.
