Interlude Ghost Paper

Kate had only left him a few minutes earlier, but Vincent found himself in his car, rummaging through the glovebox. He looked for the letter he received from the enigmatic Remy, the fortune-teller.

Where the hell did it go? The thought echoed in his mind as he remembered placing the torn paper in the compartment.

He sat back, wondering if he had dreamed the entire encounter. The letter wasn’t in there, but he knew that’s where he put it.

Vinny entered the house and shook his head, I can’t believe she’s on a date with an MLB player. I hope she’s still mine in the morning.

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