On a bright and Sunny yet cold Sunday morning, Summer was almost ready to go to work. All she needed to do was to find her scarf that seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, that, and Carol's letter. She hoped that it will appeal to her friend's and colleague's heart this way.
"That…That's strange," she rummaged left and right inside the drawer of her bed stand where she had left the letters, Carol's letter was already in her left hand, but Patrick's letter was no where to be seen. "Did it slip and fall somewhere?"
