I noticed the one on the top was the thinnest out of them all. When I flipped open the cover, I found out why. This was the notebook he had been working on when he went missing. There were a fair amount of pages in the back that hadn’t been touched and the pages in the front were filled with scribblings and drawings. I had to take minute to catch my breath and cool my thoughts before I could even comprehend what I was looking at. For years, I’d told myself that there was no use going into this room or going through his things because it would never help me find him. It would only bring me pain as I sifted through the memories I would never be able to experience again.
I flipped through the notebook, the pages fanning as I flipped back and forth. The smell was familiar. It was like him. M
