Underneath the card was a small black box. I picked it up and opened it. Inside was a bunch of squares, it looks like a photo that is cut up, on the back of the squares was words. It must have a message. He wants me to unravel the message. It’s a puzzle and I need to build it.
“It’s a puzzle! Let’s build it!” Essie exclaimed from next to me. I’m terrified! I don’t want to see what the photos of and I most certainly don’t want to know what the message says, but from past experience I know it isn’t wise to ignore him. I took a deep breath and throw the content of the box out on the counter. Everyone came closer and started to help me figure out puzzle. After one corner of it was build I knew it was a photo of my room, I recognized the corner of my comforter. I could feel my hands turning
