"Girl! I only thought this happened in movies. It's thrilling". Bridget was amazed after I told her the full story. From the first note in my locker to Sam, the second note with the roses and wine in my room, the third note, all my suspects, Samson's car, Catch and Connor, the text message. Every single detail. She wanted to help figure it out and since I had nothing to lose, I told her. I could sure use a helping hand or in this case, a helping brain.
I rolled my eyes at the naked wonder on her face. I was sitting on the bed and she was opposite me sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Thrilling you say, I wish I could second that".
"So who do you think it is?" Bridget mused withdrawing into her thoughts.
"Are you asking me?"
She shushed me. " I'm thinking hard here". She closed her eyes and put her palms together. ππ°πͺπ―π¨ πͺπ―π΅π° π΅π©π¦ π΄π±πͺπ³πͺπ΅ πΈπ°π³ππ₯, π’π³π¦ πΈπ¦?
"I hope that meditation yields fruits". I drawled.
