For a moment I thought that the heat would leave my body, that I would run out of air or faint, but all of that disappeared when I read that letter for the fifth time, which for anyone else was an anonymous letter, but not for me.
I knew perfectly well who wrote this just by looking at the handwriting, and they wrote it specifically so that I would know, despite the few words, they made sure that I received the message perfectly. I knew who was behind this and a laugh completely infected me, I couldn't stop laughing under the concerned and confused looks of everyone present, even with the accelerated beats of my heart that were nothing but joy and full of hope.
-Sarah, what's going on? What does the letter say?- Alexander, who was near me, took the paper from my hand and read it more tha
