Chapter 6 - THE LETTER IN THE HOTEL ROOM
The hotel room was warm.
Clean.
Quiet.
But it felt empty.
I spent the first night staring at the ceiling.
The next morning, I began looking for work.
Before the accident, I'd worked as a veterinary assistant.
I loved animals.
Loved the routine of caring for creatures who couldn't explain where they hurt.
But I had left my job after Connor convinced me we could manage on his income while I was pregnant.
Now I needed to start over.
I applied to three clinics.
One called back.
A small veterinary practice on the west side of Billings needed temporary help.
The owner, Dr. Rebecca Lane, interviewed me that afternoon.
She studied my résumé.
“You have good experience.”
I smiled.
“Thank you.”
She looked at my bandaged hands.
“Are you medically cleared to work?”
“Not yet. I have a follow-up appointment next week.”
She nodded.
“Then we'll discuss a start date after that.”
For the first time since Connor threw me out, I felt hopeful.
When I returned to the hotel, an envelope waited at the front desk.
No return address.
Inside was a handwritten note.
Madison,
I know you don't trust me. You shouldn't trust anyone simply because they helped you once.
But I wanted you to know that Rosa packed the blue sweater you left behind. It's in the package with this letter.
I hope your recovery goes well.
Alessandro.
I stared at the note.
No demands.
No request to return.
No mention of money.
Just a sweater.
I opened the package.
Inside was the soft blue sweater I'd worn during my first week at the estate.
It smelled faintly of lavender detergent.
I pressed it against my face.
And cried.
That evening, Connor called again.
I didn't answer.
He left a voicemail.
“Madison, we need to talk about the baby. You can't keep ignoring me.”
I listened once.
Then saved it.
I contacted a family-law attorney the following morning to understand my rights and options.
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For the first time, I wasn't waiting for Connor to decide what happened next.
I was making decisions for myself.
