You took what is mine and I won’t hesitate to take what’s yours.
That was all there was to the letter Heather had received a few days after meeting the oh-so-famous Blake The Troublemaker.
She didn’t know what the letter meant but she sure, as hell, was scared.
As far as she knew, she hadn’t stolen anything from anyone. She should know since she was not insane…
But after one restless night in which nothing had happened, she didn’t want to make it into a big deal and thus shredded the letter to pieces and threw it in the trash can, without telling Damien about it.
“Are you okay?” Jessica asked for the third time.
“Yeah,” Heather responded all too quickly. “Why do you ask?”
“You just seem off,” the maid told her, “like something is bothering you.”
“Oh, you know,” Heather waved
