Found it under her mattress. Wasn’t looking, just changing sheets.
Pages of song lyrics. Then drawings. Then letters, written like she was already gone.
I put it back. Exactly how I found it.
At dinner, she said, “Why are you being weird?”
“Burn the plans,” I said. “Keep the songs.”
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