Chapter Sixty Seven
Venessa POV
By Saturday afternoon, the heavy anxiety from Thursday's mysterious delivery had not gone away. Instead, it had settled deep into my chest, turning into a dull, lingering ache that followed me everywhere I went. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that neat, elegant handwriting on the cream-colored cardstock. Every time my office phone rang, my heart skipped a beat, fearing it was the stranger calling to mock me.
I desperately needed an escape from my own head. I needed to get out of my quiet apartment, where the silence only made my thoughts louder. So, I decided to drive over to the city’s high-end shopping mall. It was a massive, beautiful building with multiple floors, bright lights, and endless crowds of people. I hoped that by immersing myself in a
