“It is nothing but purely coincidence Chiara! Stop insisting that there’s something fishy about it! It is nothing but luck!” I whined as we walked in the hallway of our next class. Chiara was insisting that the way I found the book is suspicious, and that it was so convenient for me because there was a translation already! She kept on convincing me last night, that there’s someone behind it..like someone really wants me to see that book. And our time was spent arguing about it, so we didn't finish reading the letter since it is already late and we still have a class the following morning.
“Why won’t you listen to me?!”
“Because that’s absurd!”
“No it’s not! Just try to connect the dots!” She shook her head and I rolled my eyes at her.
“Let’s drop the topic please,” I begged because I
