SHE LEFT ONE NOTE: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.” NOTHING ELSE. There was no argument that night. No slammed doors. The house was quiet in a way that felt unfamiliar. On the table sat a small piece of paper, folded once, written neatly. Three phrases. Polite ones. The kind you’d write on a card without thinking. But here, they carried weight. Each word felt deliberate. Each pause between them felt final. It wasn’t anger she left behind. It was clarity. Loretta didn’t explain herself. She didn’t have to. She turned hurt into restraint, and restraint into a song the world would later hear. “Happy Birthday” wasn’t loud revenge. It was something colder. A calm goodbye wrapped in good manners. The kind that lingers longer than shouting ever could, because once those words are said, there’s nothing left to add.
SHE LEFT ONE NOTE: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR.” NOTHING ELSE. There was no argument that night.…