“What do you mean, you don’t know where this letter came from? You literally handed it to me just days ago.”“I believe you. I just don’t remember. Large parts of that day are missing from my memory… I don’t know how to explain it. I remembered you had been here, and I remember feeling like I should reach out to you and… Anyway, if you say I handed you that letter, I believe you. But I am telling you, he did not write this letter.”
The two women stared at each other intensely before Eva spoke again, slowly, “It’s time to open the door, Miss Gibson.”
The older woman turned hesitated for only a moment before knocking twice, and putting the key into the lock, slowly turning it. As soon as Eva heard the latch release, she stormed by Miss Gibson, charging through the door and down the stairs.
