When Vanessa walked out of the post office she was clutching two letters, both reminders of what she and Scotty had lost all because of a series of bad events stemming from her need to follow him while he was trying to take care of a situation that he should have never been involved in.

One was a letter from the hospital where she'd taken a lab test for the drug that Donald had slipped into her beer. She didn't even care about that anymore. He was dead. And at the way things ...