The Letter

Found an old dingy envelope with the words in red “DO NOT OPEN! DO NOT READ! UNLESS I’M GONE!” I couldn’t help myself, I read the letter. I sat in the coffee shop and devoured it. Sorry about Beatrice, such a shame, she seemed like she really loved you. Sorry about the dog too. I think you might be to blame for both. Yet, ever since I’ve read your letter, I feel uneasy and unsettled, as if someone or something is watching me. Perhaps I needed to listen to your warnings. Am I doomed now too?

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