A sense of foreboding coiled around her like a snake. “Thank you. Yes, I do want to know. What does it say?”
“It says, ‘Your parents have ignored what they’ve done too long. That’s not going to work any longer. Either they face it, or I’ll call a reporter.’ It looks exactly like the first letter, Genevieve. Same envelope, paper, return address.”
“Please let me know if another one arrives.”
“Will do. I’ll take a picture of the letter and email that to you. I’ll also mail you the hard copy.”
“That would be great.”
“Are you doing well?”
Genevieve knew what Anabelle was really asking,“Are you still doing well post your dependence on prescription drugs?”“I am, yes.”
“So glad to hear it.”
“You’ve been a true friend to me. I’m grateful.”
“Sure! I’m here if you ever need to talk.”
They chatted for another few minutes before disconnecting.
Genevieve then dialed Natasha. “Another mysterious letter arrived.”
“What?”
Genevieve relayed the letter’s contents. “I’ll receive a photo of the letter by email soon. I’m having lunch with Mom and Dad today, so I think I’ll show it to them.”
“I’m fine with that. It’ll give them another chance to come clean and explain what the letter writer’s referring to.”
“And if they don’t?”
“I say, hold your tongue. Until we know more, we don’t want to show our hand.”
“We need to press the gas on this investigation, Natasha. I really don’t want the letter writer to call a reporter.”
“I don’t, either.” Natasha made a frustrated noise that sounded like air blown through her lips.
“On another note, Sam told me that you delivered steaks to him last night.”
“I did.”
“In hopes that he’d cook for me, then fall wildly in love over medium-rare filet mignon?”
“‘It is a truth universally acknowledged...’”
“‘That a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.’ You do realize, right, that you’ve ruined my life?”
“How so?”
“Your steak dinner plan backfired. It only worked on me.”
“Explain.”
Genevieve told her about the wave of pent-up feelings that had propelled her into Sam’s arms. And his reaction.
“But you’re a nine out of ten!” Natasha contended.
“And he’s a ten.”
