It was like bread crumbs. Someone had left a trail of crumpled pieces of paper leading up the back stairwell between the 14th and 15th Floors.
I picked up the first one, read the finely scrawled handwriting. It seemed to be a love letter.
The next one was a confession of some unspecified crime.
The third letter rested on the landing – a suicide note. The writing thicker, more aggressive. I followed with apprehension.
The next few notes were cryptic – seemingly random words scattered across the white page.
The last note was pinned beside an open window, curtain billowing outward…the writing small and faint:
Thanks for paying attention and following my story. The ending?
Maybe you’ll read it in the morning light.
I stood beside that window – fading light, restless wind – for a long time before moving on.
The following day I checked with staff. No injury had been reported – no body ever found.