Eight-years-old, my best friend and I made up a game called walk'n'talk. We started this game our parents made us stop playing video games and force us outside. The apartment complex had a pool, but it was always being cleaned. I suggested walking around the complex.
At 10:15 in the morning, grey clouds covered The Rosé apartment building. I remember the sky because I received a strange letter. The white envelope had no stamp or return address. The letter read: