During the snow storm I noticed it was missing. The next day I expected to find it but it was definitely gone. I tried to think when was the last time I had it...why hadn’t I noticed the absence? I started sending out tiny messages, hints to those close to me. Questions. When had they last seen me with it? I began to doubt that I’d even had it. It was then that I received the ransom note. Scrawled in bad penmanship on hastily torn paper. They said they could help.. they just wanted one thing. One small thing that I wouldn’t notice.

I thought about it..I did. But it made no sense to me.. why would I give up hope? Surely I needed that, especially to find what I lost. I’m sure I’d find optimism again...one day.