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out together and realized we had sparks. The rest is history.”
    Corrie hugged her friend. “I’m so happy for you guys. Seriously, Bethany and you make a great couple. I know you were worried that you’re ten years older than her, but I’m glad you both got over that. You’re perfect for each other.”
    Emily hugged her back. “I know, you tell me practically every time you see me.”
    They both laughed. “Come on, Cor. Let’s go through your mail before Quint gets here. I’m sorry I haven’t had the time to come over before now and help you with it.”
    “Not a big deal. Let me grab my checkbook so we can take care of any bills that aren’t paid electronically.”
    Corrie grabbed a light jacket from the hook in her closet where she kept it and followed Emily into the kitchen. She eased herself onto a stool and waited for Emily to shuffle through the envelopes.
    “Trash, trash, ad flier—oooh, this looks interesting!”
    “What is it?”
    Emily laughed. “A catalog for sex toys.”
    Corrie shook her head at her friend. “Whatevs, come on, hurry up.”
    “In a hurry, Cor?”
    “What time is it anyway?”
    “You’ve got a bit before he’s supposed to be here. Relax. Okay, let’s see…cell phone auto payment notification, same for the electric and cable…when are you going to cancel your cable? Seriously, you never watch TV, it’s a waste.”
    “I like the background noise sometimes.”
    “Oh…what’s this?”
    “What?”
    “It’s a letter.”
    “Well, no crap, Emily. They’re all letters.”
    “No, I mean, it’s a personal letter. You usually don’t get letters from people.”
    Corrie didn’t take offense. Emily was right. Anyone who knew her wouldn’t write her a letter, and very few of her friends and family knew Braille, and none were proficient enough to write her an entire letter in the language. They stuck to the computer for their correspondence. “Who’s it from?”
    “I don’t know, there’s no return address.”
    “Fine, would you open it already then?”
    She heard Emily tearing open the letter and then silence as she read it.
    “Oh my God.”
    Corrie had never heard that tone of voice from her friend before. “What? What is it?” Corrie felt Emily’s hand at her elbow, gently tugging her off the stool and out of the kitchen. “What? Emily, you’re freaking me out.”
    “Quint’s gonna be here soon, let’s wait out here.”
    “Emily Brooks, you tell me right now what the heck is going on.” Corrie dug her heels in and refused to take another step.
    “It was a threatening letter.”
    “Threatening? What did it say?”
    Before Emily could respond, there were two knocks on the door, a pause, then two more.
    “It’s Quint,” Corrie said softly. “That’s his special knock to let me know it’s him.” She walked over to the door and went through the same process she did the other night to verify his identity. It was better to be safe than sorry. When Quint confirmed it was him, Corrie opened the door.
    “Hey, you look beautiful.”
    “Thanks.” Her voice was reverent when she told him, “You smell divine.”
    He chuckled. “Is that your way of telling me I look nice?”
    “Yeah, smell is kinda a big thing for me, for obvious reasons.” When Corrie heard a throat being cleared behind her, she said, “Oh, sorry. This is Emily,” and gestured to where she’d left her friend standing.
    “Hi, Emily, it’s nice to meet you. Corrie has talked a lot about you.”
    “Hi. Uh, Corrie, we need to tell him.”
    “Tell me what?”
    “I don’t think—”
    Emily interrupted her. “She got a threatening letter.”
    Corrie thought she could actually feel the air around her change. She really hadn’t wanted to do this now. She wanted to go on her date and put all the scary crap behind her for the night.
    She sighed, knowing it was too late now. Darn it.
    “Show me.” Quint’s words were clipped and urgent.
    They all walked back into the kitchen. Corrie