Noah's POV
It was Friday morning. I jumped out of bed, took a shower, and got dressed. As I headed downstairs for breakfast, I stopped halfway down the stairs because I heard something that I haven't heard since, well ever. It was absolutely silent.
I ran down the rest of stairs and into the kitchen. No one was there. I instantly saw a neon rosa, -de-rosa post it on the fridgerator. I ran to the fridge and read the post it. I read, "Went to I-Hop with the kids. I didn't want to wake you because you were sleeping so peacefully. Be back soon. amor Mom." I put the post it on the counter top. "Great. Home...
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