Alyssa
Fury surged through me as I stormed out of the house, scanning the street and surroundings for any sign of who had sent that cursed letter. My blood was boiling. My parents, the mystery of their disappearance, and now this—a package dropped at my door claiming to hold the truth. I needed to know who was playing this game.
Aunt Jane was right behind me, just as mad. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her eyes darting around with suspicion.
"Who the hell sent that?" I muttered, my voice trembling with anger. “I swear, if I find them—"
Just then, we both noticed a figure approaching our house, knocking on the front door as we stood frozen for a moment. I frowned, trying to make out the person through my frustration. But as she turned, I recognized the familiar face.
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