She was busy making her escape plans when she heard the door open, and for a split second she was perplexed. She didn't see anyone enter, but she could tell there was another person in the room. What in the world was going on? Was there a joke or a ghost in the damn room?
"Show yourself!" she muttered, unable to summon the courage to say it aloud. What if the cops arrived and found nothing? She didn't want to end up in a mental institution for seeing things that others couldn't.
While she was shivering in terror, the door opened again, and she saw a familiar face. It was the detective who had been paying her visits to get her statements.
"You don't look well today; perhaps I can share some good news with you and cheer you up," the man said as he sat in the chair.
"Is it even possible for me to receive good news in this state?"
"Of course, there is," he said as he handed her a note.
