Amelia
I reach under my mattress. I stare at the white piece of paper that could possibly be my brother's ticket out of jail. I pray silently for this letter to have what I need, a name is all I need. It could all end so simply, without more bloodshed.
I take a deep breath before tearing the envelope. I stare at the paragraph written on the unlined paper. Sure enough, the letter is riddled with symbols and abbreviations, and I can't understand what it says. NN, x¢b, I can't make sense of any of this. It makes me so mad that I ball it up in frustration, but then I smooth it back out.
Giving this to Devon could be beneficial; he might be able to decipher this and get a clue, but that will have to wait until he's out of the clinic. I don't trust Sam Henry, and I'm not quite sure when I c
