Bab 83: Big bad wolf

She had closed her eyes to enter a deep sleep and awoke in her former reality. Everything was gradual with meager tensions, although could be life-threatening but not on a daily. Her lonely way of life was termed her normal way of life. Post-Jack. 

Her apartment was as hollow as her state of mind. She crashed on the bed after a tiresome ride from the land of husky and fiery men and women alike. She wanted her extant and plain ambiance.

She was shocked to see her plants still green and alive. Odd, she thought. A note was laid in her drawer next to her bed. It was neatly folded in a brown envelope, sealed with a paw.

Oh, how surprising from The Big Bad Wolf.

She peeled the seal and opened the letter. The sun was scorching the note, she pulled down the curtains and sat across her pillow. The letter read;

Dear Catherine