In two days, it will be my birthday. I will be turning twenty-one. I just left the shooting class. I still miss the main target, but I'm enjoying it, and I'm improving every day. Since the day when someone shot at my tires, nothing strange has happened anymore. I got a call from the officers telling me to meet them as they had news for me. So, now I'm on the way to the house. I don't have a clue yet as to what they're going to tell me, but they said that it's urgent and important.
Almost an hour later, I arrive at the house. It's only the woman, and she seems to have been waiting for me. Pulling into the driveway, I remove the key from the ignition and climb out of the car.
“Did I make you wait for too long?” I ask. She's holding an envelope in her hand.
“No, I just arrived early. I dr
