"I received the same letter."
Vanessa's words hung in the air.
I looked at Ethan.
Then at Vanessa.
Then back at Ethan.
Neither of them seemed to be lying.
Which made everything worse.
"How is that possible?" I asked.
Vanessa reached into her handbag.
Slowly.
She pulled out a folded piece of paper.
My stomach tightened.
It looked exactly like the letter I had found.
Same brown paper.
Same handwriting.
Same ink.
She handed it to me.
My fingers shook as I opened it.
The words were identical.
Every sentence.
Every line.
Every emotion.
Exactly the same.
I turned toward Ethan.