Miriam's POV

I sat in the car quietly, Rodosov driving the car smoothly with soft music playing on the speakers making the atmosphere and mood less awkward.

My hands were clasped tightly on my lap as I stared at the busy evening bustle of the city, trying to focus on the scenery but I could not.

My mind was going through a turmoil.

All I could think about was the note that was left in my bag and the message on that note.

Those words? The question that was asked kept ringing over and over again in my head.

Who could have sent it? What was this person's purpose?

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