I jump up in a hurry, folding the letter and stashing it under my pillow. It takes a moment to realize where I am. I inhale sharply but exhale slowly. This is my new bedroom. Sunlight pours in from the balcony window. I can’t believe I completely crashed while reading her letter. After double checking that my door is locked, I retrieve the crumpled paper from under my pillow and reread the short paragraph. This was it. She was ready. They were really going to do it. All of her wishes were coming true. She finally caught a falling star. I don’t want to read the ending because I know what happened shortly after. I wish I could just stop here and be oblivious to what played out in the following days. I could believe that they made their great escape, went to a big city, danced under the lights of a nightclub, and lived happily ever after. A drill buzzes outside. I fold the letter and place it with the others, deep in the confines of my purse. There’s one piece of paper left, but I don’t have time to read it if I want to put on a fresh face before seeing Rooks today.
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