Matt stood outside the door, staring at the handle. He had not entered the room since…well it had been awhile. He reached out and grasped the cool metal in his palm, his fingers closed around it. It turned easily. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and pushed the door open.

It did not creak, or bang against the wall. Nothing jumped out at him. He was just standing outside a now opened door. Encouraged, he opened his eyes and stepped inside. He slid his hand along the wall to his right, found the light switch, and flicked it on. The room was a small office, not very homey, but workable. It contained merely a book shelf, a chair, and a desk with a computer atop it.

Matt pulled out the chair and sat a little uneasily at the desk. He pulled out a piece of paper from a drawer and selected a pen from the rubber-banded stack sitting in a mug. I need to tell someone, he thought. And began to write: Jenna, I’m sorry to burden you with this, but I think you are the only one who would understand…