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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