We arrived at our home safely, relief washed all over my face. The familiar surrounding provided a comforting embrace after the long journey. But then my sense of ease got disrupted as i got into my room and found a letter on my bed.
I stood there, perplexed and lost in thought on who could have sent me a letter. And more still how did it get on my bed?
I went closer to the bed, down bent, and picked up the letter. I opened it and read aloud to myself its content.
“Hello dear, I trust you are doing alright over there in Italy. There is an issue on the ground currently. I suspect that my phone calls, text messages, and call logs are being monitored by someone. From now on i think that it is better we communicate through physical mailing till i find what’s wrong on my phone and system.
