A life changed the day she got a letter in the mail with blank sender. The envelope, addressed to the home address, contained a white paper, written with one word: Save me.
He inquired at the headquarters of the postal agency, took the envelope and the role of the police calling in vain to look for fingerprints, he tried even with a calligraphy expert who could barely give a figure.
the professional information had been like a drop in an ocean. Had told him who had written the letter, was right. Given that nearly eighty-nine percent of the world population was, that was irrelevant.
began to dream in the middle of the infrustuosa search, typing with one hand those lonely seven letters. It was delicate, slow moving and harmonics, which held the line very carefully. The dream was that the hand and movement. I could not even see what brand of pen writing.
time I thought about all who knew and loved could be in need of help. He made a mental detail, then move on to paper on acquaintances. No matter that many of them did not maintain contact for years. Gradually
was placing the phone. Beyond the joy that he sent some to speak, she was only interested in one thing, it was whether that person was the one who had sent the letter.
Hopes were fading, as the list is shortened. Once we crossed the last name, shattered all the papers, in a fit of hysteria. I was devastated and feared to be on the verge of madness. It was amazing how that case had completely absorbed. Broke to mourn in solitude of your home. Only a sheet had been healthy, completely blank.
The turned to put it right before your eyes and taking the pen with his right hand began to write the word.
Something in his mind stopped working immediately, to understand, overcome with terror, that that letter was his, but instead of "Save me", had "insane."
realized that he had not succeeded.
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