I Wish I Had Never Read This Love Letter
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I woke up this morning to find a handwritten letter resting at the foot of my bed.
Two wine glasses sat on my nightstand—one full, one empty.
Greasy fingerprints smeared the glasses and the letter.
My hand trembled as I read.
I broke into a cold sweat, unable to catch my breath as I called the police.
An officer showed up in less than a minute. I've seen him before; he walks my neighborhood every day.
I breathed a sigh of relief and invited him inside.
He stood there, grinning at me.
He locked the door.
I read his name tag.