on her knees. The cat had curled itself nearby, fur still damp, ey
etters of her name stared back at her, black and
. That it was a prank, junk mail, some mis-delivery. But the silence in her
re the
once. No letterhead. No date. Just four w
TRUST
absurd laughter, short and sharp, cut off almost immed
red at her with burning gold
utching the note tighter.
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ttled, the envelope
ish
n trembling hands. Nothing. Only the paper remained, limp and w
ed away from the couch, kn
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