Would she trust him? Would he want something in return? Why was he helping her?
Fiona was in a recess of her thoughts when something suddenly crossed her mind—the letter, which she had kept in her handbag some minutes ago.
There must be something important there. It would be better if she checked now. She thought to herself.
She dipped her hand inside her handbag and brought out the sealed envelope, tearing it open with less energy. Fiona's heart pounded as she picked out the paper in the envelope, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and fear. She took a deep breath and slowly unfolded the paper.
She scanned the carefully written words, which were filled with her father's handwriting. Her eyes, filled with a mix of tears and joy, traced each word carefully. It was a con
