I rushed to review the surveillance footage from the day I tossed the letter away.
I had no idea how she managed to forge the last part of the letter, but she must have gotten a hold of it and read it to fake it.
The footage flickered by like a flipbook.
Finally, it paused on a scene.
A slender silhouette stooped down to grab the letter.
She quickly unfolded it, skimmed through it, and then stuffed it into her pocket.
I held my breath, waiting for her to turn around.
At last, she turned.
Lena’s face appeared.
She moved her lips.
I couldn’t hear her, but I could tell.
She said, "Disgusting."
Lena despised me; I could tell from our very first meeting.
She always called Morris with admiration.
But when addressing me, it was just a curt "hey."
The way she looked at Morris was fi
