My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. It was the same handwriting as the note that came with Ash. How could that even be possible?How did Rima know where I lived or that I was lonely? I looked around for a moment sure I was going to find a hidden camera crew that had been filming me quietly losing my shit for days. When Ashton Kutcher didn't appear, I sank lower into my seat.
This can not be happening. That was real. It had to be!
I practically ran back into the thrift store looking for the cashier I had spoken with before I left. When I reached the register, I was out of breath and drenched in sweat. The young lady at the front looked horrified at my appearance but offered me a towel.
"Ma'am, are you ok?" She asked passing me the towel.
"The woman-" my breath was ragged "-did you see the woman I came here with," I shouted.
