#Chapter79
Running
I push the green mist aside, chastising myself for it and get my ass up the stair, along the hall and down to the end where my room sits. Wasting no time getting inside and breathe a sigh of relief when I lock it shut from the inside and sag back for a moment, to pull my wits together. I turn to walk to my bed and unexpectedly kick something light across the floor, looking down as it skids to the center of my rug and stops. I scoop down to pick it up.
It's an envelope and I recognize Meadow's gentle curving cursive on the front. I turn it over hastily, inhaling her heady mix of scent and perfume as I pull it open and gawp at the stash of cash inside. There's a note tucked in behind the money and I pull it out to read it, hands shaking at my discovery, once again overwhelmed.
Hey, Chica
