He couldn’t help the trembling in his hands as he held the folded up letter, written neatly and thoughtfully on lined notebook paper, and stained with a few teardrops. The ink on the paper bled in those areas, but it was still legible. It wasn’t easy for him to put that note on her night stand, knowing that it was probably the last time that he’d ever be in this room. It would be the final time he...