At midnight, Sandra walked out of the store. Loen and Nathe were there. “You know she’s leaving soon,” Loen said. “It’s now or never man.” “You’re right,” Nathe replied. “But I shouldn’t tell her like this.” “What other way is there?” While they talked, Sandra got into her car. She still hadn’t seen them. The next morning, Sandra left on the earliest flight to Chicago.
Loen woke up just after Sandra’s plane left. She sighed and walked out to the letterbox. In it was a note that said: Loen, I love you. xxx Sandy. “Oh god,” Loen whispered. She took out a cigarette and flicked out her lighter. Later, reading the news, she saw that Sandy’s plane had crashed. “Damn,” she said. “I better call Nathe.” When he answered the phone, Loen said, “Have you heard the news?” “Yes,” he replied sadly. “I should have told her I loved her. Maybe she’d stay.” “Nathe…I don’t think she would’ve,” Loen said. “Why?” “I just found a note from her saying she loved me.” “No.” “She signed it her special way. I’m sorry.”