I shift my attention to the little dots covering the paper, my throat going dry. Maybe I translated it wrong? Although honestly, how wrong could I be? The number and position of the dots equal one letter of the alphabet.
I should stop while I’m ahead. This list is obviously something private that she wouldn’t want other people to read. I should return this to her the next time I see her. That would be the right thing to do.
But do I do it?
Hell no.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I translate the next line, hoping this list will give me an insight into who Penelope is and, more importantly, what she wants.
Flirt with a stranger.
I blink at the words, unsure if I read them correctly, but as I go over the symbols, the meaning behind them stays the same.
So little Birdy might not be as innocent as I originally thought.
At least she doesn’t want to be.
Different ideas on how I could help her with her list crossed my mind, so suddenly, I had to struggle to push them back.
Tilting my head back, I groan in frustration as I rub my hands over my face. Letting them fall, my gaze drops to the black screen of my phone.
I don’t give myself time to overthink about it as I pick it up and open a text message.
Me:
You there?
I send the message but before I can let the phone drop on the table, it buzzes in my hand.
Well, that was fast.
Sera:
Well, well, well. Who do we have here?
Me:
You don’t have to sound so smug.
Sera:
Hard not to considering you were the one who hung up on me the last time we talked, so this must be good.
Me:
I don’t know why I even texted you.
Sera:
Oh, no you don’t.
If somebody is having a last word today, it’s me.
Me:
You’ll never let this go, will you?
Sera:
