Lily's Point of View

Initially, I almost overlooked the letter. It was unmarked and plain, except for my name in trembling cursive, and stuck between the common pile of bills and advertisements.

No return address.

There was no indication of who had sent it.

I scrunched up my face and turned it over. It felt like it had just been sitting around somewhere for a bit before it reached me because the envelope was worn out and the paper had a very light yellow color on the edges. I told myself it was nothing, but a chill went down my spine.

Another passive-aggressive note from someone who still believed I...