Chapter Twelve
My eyes kept flicking over to the folded piece of paper. It had been left on my desk that morning before I got to work. Normally I worked the evening shift, but the day librarian had a doctor’s appointment and asked me to switch with her. At first, I thought it was something someone had forgotten. Dropped notes from a student who’d been there studying maybe. I probably would have just set it aside and never unfolded it if not for what had happened that morning.
I barely even remembered picking up the piece of loose trash Sunday evening after the debacle with Roman and Jen. It had taken me until that morning to fill the garbage in the kitchen enough that it needed hauled out to the dumpster. When I was tying the bag, I noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the floor and remembered tossing and missing the bin with the piece of trash from Sunday. Something about it caught my eye and I opened the paper. I wished I hadn’t.
The note had been written with a permanent marker. Hastily. I didn’t recognize the handwriting, but the tone had seemed familiar, and not in a good way.
If I had known the type of woman you were…no longer a game.
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