The next day, I wrote a letter and dropped it in front of my door, stepping out of the residence soon after to give my so-called secret admirer time to drop a response.
The letter was basically me agreeing to see them so we could talk, and I made sure to make my words suggestive.
Whoever the person was, they'd definitely be drawn in like a moth to a firefly.
Anyway, when I came back later that day around the afternoon, I wasn't surprised to see a new letter in front of my door.
"Ugh, why do I feel like a love-sick teenager?" I rolled my eyes even though I was secretly enjoying the whole thing.
I ripped open the letter and smirked when I saw its content.
Now I was sure more than ever who the person was. I would've never guessed at the beginning but now it was obvious.
The new letter was from the person telling me that we should see in the same garden where I'd dumped Miranda's body some nights ago.
