Another note read, "Anthony's flight is at 5:00 pm tomorrow. Don't forget to pick him up."And a third. "Meet Maisie at the airport at 7:00 pm."Anthony looked like he was holding something back. His fingers trembled as he traced the handwriting on the notes, his eyes turning terribly red.My memory had never been good. Once, when Anthony finally came home, I'd forgotten what time he was arriving. By the time I'd finished cooking, he was already gone.After that, I'd started sticking reminders on the fridge. These notes were ones I'd written when he was away on this particular business trip.I honestly couldn't remember what was up with that last one about meeting Maisie, though. If I wasn't mistaken, the time the doctor estimated for my death was right around then, too. Could she have something to do with it?Just then, the doorbell rang. Anthony opened the door.A man stood outside. When he saw Anthony, he faltered for a moment. Then, he asked, "Excuse me, is Ms. Shore home?"
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