In My Desperate Time

Although I ask him for a couple of times, Frances doesn't tell me what he bought.

Old Mr. Louis is getting better, so he begins to play around all day.

Frances wants me to go the company with him. But he could only see me instead of touching me there. And it will distract him from his work, so I refuse his request.

Then Frances remembers that we could travel together tomorrow, so he doesn't make things difficult for me.

Only Sabina and I stay at home, so I concentrate on drawing my design in the study.

But my phone rings.

It's a strange number.

Who is it?

"Hello, is this Ms. Noyes?" A man asks politely.

But it's an unfamiliar voice. I'm sure I don't know him.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"Okay, there's a letter for you. Are you home?" The man asks.

A letter?

anyone still write letters these

I answer

There are only an address and a name on the envelope. They

inside the envelope. The

person who wrote the letter doesn't want me to know

shocks me. I stand blankly and don't

believe it, but ... I

hold a sliver of hope and want that it

sends this letter to

news true? And why does he tell

so many questions, so I call the messenger and ask him if he

the identity of our customers. This letter is in the mailbox and we can't find the sender's information. Is there something wrong with the letter? Do you need to return

just asking.

the phone, my mind

read the letter over and over again, and I just

thinking for a while, I decide to tell Frances about this and let

things that

to the

but Frances

meeting and asks me if I need to tell him that I'm