“A promise might be delayed but never forgotten.” – Well that was f*****g vague!
I read it out loud after opening the envelope as if it had anthrax inside. I was internally shaking, my past fear turning into rage. Haven’t we had enough on our plates already? Why does some random person think he can take me? I hadn’t received one of these for a long time now. I thought that maybe they had forgotten about me, or that whatever sick joke this was. It was finally over. I guess not.
And they know where I am now, which can only mean that we either have another rotten egg or I was being constantly watched. The note was hand-delivered by a kid here to the club. Same MO as the very first note I got. This one had my name on the envelope. It read Francesca Amato. Not Battaglia… Amato.
This apparent
