She read it again and again. Again and again. And finally, she dropped the letter. She started trembling. Her knees gave away. She fell down.
Panic, fear, dread, horror. She felt every single emotion that could describe any of these feelings.
She had only one secret in her life. She tried to hide it. She tried to forget it. But it came to haunt her.
W-w-who? Who knows it? Who is this person? How does he know? It is not possible!
She agitatedly paced in her room for half an hour.
Then she tried to calm down.
No no. This must be a prank. This is a joke. Yes yes. She wiped her continuously trickling sweat.
She tried to find any name card on it but there was not any.
See! It's a joke. The person doesn't want to get yelled at, so he didn't write his name.
She shredded the letter in pieces and threw it away. She threw the gift box too.
