Ah, secrets. I don't like having them, but sometimes I need to. At least until I could sort things out in my own head. After reading that letter, I had quite a few things to sort.

So, someone else wanted me dead. Big, big shocker. I had that effect on people, it seemed. Some people and a familiar did not want me dead, though, and that's where the secrets came in. To protect them, just like they'd want to protect me.

I stuffed the letter in my back pocket and turned. Boxy ...