Vanessa
“Honey! You have mail!” my mother called out, and I frowned as I looked up from my father’s computer. He had kindly offered me his office so that I could do all of my research, everything I could. I had decided I wanted to open a bookstore. “Honey!” my mother called out again, and I sighed as I got up and left the room. I found her in the kitchen, and I smiled. She was baking bread rolls. Which explained why she couldn’t have just brought me the mail. “I put it on the table,” she said when she spotted me.
“Thanks, Mom,” I said as I picked up the single, small, white envelope. I immediately recognized Mandy’s scribbled writing and frowned. Why was she sending me mail? Or a letter? I had just spoken to her earlier this morning. I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a sing
