Renee saw the familiar crow outside and quickly opened the inn’s window. The bird flew in and landed gently on her arm, letting out a soft caw.
“There you are,” she said, smiling a little. She carefully took the letter tied to its leg and gave the crow a small pat on the head. Then she turned, sipped her morning coffee, and stretched her arms.
She sat on the chair by the window and slowly opened the letter.
But the moment her eyes read the word mimic, her heart dropped. Her hands shook. She stood up so fast the chair fell back and her coffee spilled across the floor.
“Mimic,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Without wasting another second, she rushed into the next room where her roommate was still asleep. She went straight to the bookshelf and pulled out one of the old books. Her hands flipp
