My hands were full, so, at first, I couldn’t see what had been stuck to my belly, but I knew from the flash of pink that had darted in and then back out again that it had been stuck there by Lydia. I sighed and placed the box I was carrying on the couch and then I looked down. “Lydia…” There was giggling coming from the stairs. I stepped around the corner and found her huddled on the third step in a tight little ball. I pointed at the sheet of paper taped to the front of my shirt. “Is this yours?” She considered this and then nodded. “Why is it here?” she straightened up and said proudly, “It’s a note I made. It…