*Genevieve*
Even though I had barely gotten more than a few hours of sleep last night, I woke up feeling more rested than I had in weeks. My fingers and toes stung, and my arms and legs were sore from the climb, but I felt an overwhelming sense of pride at having been able to survive the climb in the first place. I was rusty, but I wasn't ruined.
I rolled over as I tried to convince myself to get up for the day. Something cream-colored caught my eye.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and reached for my pillow. There was a note left on cream linen paper, with beautifully scripted writing in black ink. I picked it up and read it, feeling my mood instantly brighten.
'I enjoyed being with you last night, minus the murder stuff. When can we meet to make a plan? Leave a response note in the
