Lilieth

The invitation Petra mentioned two days ago has arrived.

After lunch, I found it on the floor of my bedroom. They must have shoved it under the crack of the door when I was out. I pick it up, turn it over, and realize there isn't much to it. It's simply a handwritten note declaring the time and location of the fight.

Nothing more.

A couple of days should have been enough for me to think things through and calm down, but I've only gotten angrier. Those things she said about my ...