(Dearestsss, I'm apologizing for this dummy chapter. There is a power outage here in my city, so, I can't use my laptop. But everything will be fixed tomorrow).
No one seemed to be paying attention. Some students were unlocking their lockers. Others were checking their timetables. A couple were scrolling through their phones.
But none of them were looking at me.
My heart beat faster as I stepped closer and pulled the envelope from the metal surface. It wasn't taped—just wedged into the narrow frame.
I flipped it over. There was no name. No initials. No address.
I stared at it for a moment longer.
Who left this? And why?
I didn't have the time—or the mental space—to peek inside the red envelope.
My thoughts were already beginning to scatter as the hallway buzzed with movement and conversation. So, I tucked it carefully inside along with my backpack and placed everything inside my locker.
Whatever it was could wait.
