The Envelope
I stared at the map in my hands. No signature on the envelope, no date, no note, nothing.
It had places on it I did not recognize, until I looked closely at one of them…
Gasping softly, I gripped the map tighter and my eyes widened when I then realized…
It was a map of my town. How did this stranger know my hometown? Or were they really a stranger?
“Hello, Mona.”
I jumped up, turning around.
“…Mom?”
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