Thank You.
It was late spring when it happened again. Another Tuesday, Erica off on her errands. It wasn't round the same corner this time, but a block further along, laying at the edge of a lawn, just off the sidewalk. A little black book. Erica looked around quickly. All seemed normal. A few teens, likely skipping school, coming out of a newsstand up ahead with bags of chips and energy drinks. An older man walking his dog on the opposite side of the street. Construction workers replacing a roof a few doors down. Normal, normal, normal. Erica picked up the book, frowning, and opened to the first page.
