Morgan Brigham slowly set down his coffee cup on the kitchen table and stared at the comic strip in the center of his paper. It was nestled in among approximately twenty others that were spread out across two pages. But this was the only one he made a point of reading faithfully each morning at breakfast.
This was the only one that mirrored her life.
He read each panel twice, as if he couldn’t trust his own eyes. But he could. It was there, in blackand-white.
Morgan folded the paper slowly, thoughtfully, his mind not on his task. So Traci was getting engaged.
The realization gnawed at the lining of his stomach. He hadn’t a clue as to why.
He had even less of a clue why he did what he did next.
Abandoning his coffee, now cooling, and the newspaper, and ignoring the fact that this was going to make him late for the office, Morgan went to get a sheet of stationery from the den.
He didn’t have much time.