Chapter Four
Beverly
“Someone sent you mail, Beverly,” my business partner and best friend called out to me. “Like, real paper mail. It’s in an envelope and everything. It’s been forever since I’ve seen a letter.”
Coming out from the back, where I had been doing inventory, I asked, “What’s the name on the return address?” I hadn’t been expecting anything like a genuine letter. “It’s been forever since I’ve seen a letter too. I don’t know who would be writing to me.”
Handing me the envelope, she asked, “Who is Jasmine Winters?”
“Who?” I looked at the writing on the plain white envelope for a moment as I tried to think about who would write to me in such an archaic form. “Jasmine Winters,” I muttered.
“A mystery?” Delaney asked. “Maybe you shouldn’t open it. I remember a few years back
