The coat was heavy and slick with the cold.

I took it by the collar and gave it a shake before folding it over the hanger, and that is when the paper came out.

It sailed down and landed flat on the floor, a single sheet torn from a grocery list pad.

I bent and picked it up.

The list was in Chloe’s quick handwriting, the letters slanting forward.

I saw the word formula twice, circled, and then the word bottles with a check beside it.