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It is not until I'm safely home that I discover the unmarked letter Sunny handed me this morning. I finger the plain white envelope baffled by the anonymous feeling it gives. I rip open the flap, which had been efficiently sealed so it takes a little tugging, and find inside a plain white sheet of copy paper with a brief typed message.
"How potent are your memories… what do they tell you, Michelle? Wisdom comes in refusing to deny yourself."
I must have read the strange note over a half dozen times trying first to absorb the meaning, then secondly determine who would send such a message in such a mysterious way. A shiver of fear darts up my spine.
Steven? This is not like him at all. But then who?
The message sounds like Kovac, but Kovac's dead. And who but Kovac would know my mem
