FURY

Mariam woke up to the early morning light streaming through the curtains, her hand reaching out instinctively for Jack. But instead of finding him beside her, she found an empty space, the sheets already cold. She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and noticed the sticky note on the nightstand. With a sinking feeling in her chest, she picked it up and read the words.

"I am off to work, your breakfast has been ordered and it's on the way. Don't wait for me. Will be gone for a day or two and leave the keys at the flower vase outside the door. Love, Jack."

Mariam frowned, reading the note again, trying to decipher the underlying tone. Jack’s handwriting was neat, almost too perfect, but there was something about the way he’d written the words that made her feel uneasy. The fact that he’d left without waking her up to say goodbye, and the vague “gone for a day or two,” all pointed to one thing: he was upset.

She sighed, tossing the note back on the nightstand. She knew last night’s