LOL

Someone has organized the room.

Not the cold, empty way I organize my apartment—where everything is in its place because nothing has ever moved. Someone who intends things organizes this room. A desk with a laptop, folders squared at the edge. A shelf with books arranged by size. A suit jacket on the back of the door, pressed, hung with care.

Next to me on the nightstand: a glass of water, two white pills, a sticky note in precise handwriting.

RACHEL. FOR WHEN YOU WAKE UP. WATER IS ON THE NIGHTSTAND. I AM HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING. — A.