You were never late.

It didn’t matter what case you were on, what happened on the job; when it was date night, you were never late. That was one of the things that I loved most about you. I always came before anything else.

But that should have been the first sign that something was amiss.

I sat at that table at the rundown Korean Barbeque place that you loved so much never doubting for a second that you would walk through that door at any moment.