Meg crumpled the note in her fist and held it there for a moment before straightening it back out. Without bothering to read it again, she folded it neatly several times and tucked it away in her pocket.
Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she sighed. She was a wreck, placed completely on edge by this simple note. She needed to talk to someone about it, but she loathed the prospect of doing so. All she wanted to do was put the entire event out of her mind and get on with her life, exactly the way she had before. Whoever had sent this note probably didn’t know anything anyway. It was probably some sick joke. Even if they did know anything, it wasn’t as if it mattered. It was in the past. She was letting a few words on a piece of paper have way too much power over her. After all, s
