Monday was hell.

He’d spent most of the weekend with Karen…technically.

Yes, he’d been with her…geographically-speaking….but mentally, he’d been miles away.

Because…while he’d had no real desire to be with Karen, he’d still felt…an obligation. He almost believed that, if he tried hard enough, he could make himself love her.

But wasn’t that exactly what the note had described?

And that sketch (found under the jello again)…

Still…he couldn’t believe that Pam really knew what she was saying. How could she possibly compare their situations? He’d been in love with her for years…surely, she couldn’t say the same.

Could she?