Michael checked the mail absently, coffee in hand. One envelope bore Sarah’s handwriting. Strange, he thought. She never wrote letters. He tore the envelope open.

“Dear Michael, I am sorry, but I’ve found someone else…”

The words blurred. Three years, gone in three sentences. He’d been planning to propose next month. The ring was in his sock drawer.

He accidentally knocked over his cup, spilling coffee on the table.

He didn’t notice.

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Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the challenge is “letter” in exactly 72 words.