789 - Seven

The clock on the wall read minutes past midnight when she finally noticed the note stuck to the refrigerator. It wasn't her handwriting. All it said was: "789."

– "Remember" 8 – "yesterday's" 9 – "promises."

She stared at it, confused. Then she remembered — an old childhood code. 7 letters, 8 letters, 9 letters.

Her heart stopped. Someone else knew.