~Nancy~

　　I picked up the paper from the trash can and examined it closely. It appeared to be part of a torn document, but the significance of the university logo intrigued me.

　　My heart pounded in my chest as I unfolded the crumpled piece of paper, my breath catching in my throat as I saw the familiar university logo staring back at me. It was my letter of admission—the one that I had been waiting for anxiously for weeks. But how did it end up shredded and ...