air and the rays of the bright sun hit her body. Somehow, knowing that she was never going to return to this facility made her much happier. This is what freedom tastes like.
“I can’t believe my eyes.” She shrieked as her eyes fell on Matt who was leaning on a brand new red 1970 Mustang with two black stripes running along the center of it.
Matt leaned by the passenger door of the brand new looking mustang. “Six inches of steel, babe. Only the best on your eighteenth birthday.”
“Only six inches?” she raised an eyebrow in humour. “Just for me?” she said jokingly.
“Just for us. I’m not that rich.”
She spread her hands out in front of the red mustang and hugged it as much as she could. “You’re not rich at all, period. How on Earth did you get this?” She tapped the hood of his car.
Matt spread his arms out expecting a hug from Alexa. When none came, he asked, “What? No hug for me?” Alexa quickly wrapped her arms around him. Still within her grip, he said, “As for where I got it... Can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” Then he let go of her. “Speaking of secrets, what’s that you’re holding?” he looked at the cream colored envelope and also noticed the red wax stamp on its front.
“An envelope,” she replied, stating the obvious.
“Yeah, I can see that. Who from? And what does it say? Just by looking at it, I’ve diffuse that it’s from a long lost relative who just recently found you and happens to be filthy rich.”
“Well, I’ve diffused that it’s a case of mistaken identity.” She stretched the letter towards him. “Shall you do the honours?”
“Normally, I would love to, but I really think that you should do it.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Alexa picked up the envelope again and propped it open. Inside, was what appeared to be a neatly folded letter and a key. A small strange key. “Weird.”
“Read it.” By then, Matt’s face was right by hers, awaiting the mystery of the letter.
She shook her head. “No here. You read it.”
He took the piece of paper from her hand and straightened it. “It’s handwritten,” he noted. “To Alexa LeGardien, my beautiful daughter on your eighteenth birthday. I hoped this wouldn’t come to pass. Your journey begins now. Love, mom.” He stopped reading. “That’s it.”
“Stop looking at me like that. It’s obviously not from my mother. She died giving birth to me, you know that. That’s all that’s written? Talk about vague.”
Matt’s eyes saddened when he looked at Alexa. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure! This is a sick joke from a very sick person. That’s all. There’s no deeper meaning to it.”
“Sorry.” Matt tried to calm her rising temper.
Alexa took it from his hands and re-read it. “I wonder what that’s meant to mean. And I wonder what this key unlocks.” She twirled it between her fingers for a while and then brought the key closer to her sight. It was much smaller than your average key and had a letter followed by two digits inched at one side of it. It read ‘S37’ to be exact. “We find the lock, we find the idiot.”
“Like you said, I also wonder what it unlocks.”
“Yeah.”
Matt cocked his left eyebrow and looked at her knowingly. She looked back at him, almost as if they were having a back-to-back conversation in their minds. He looked at her in a ‘you-know-what-we-have-to-do’ – Yeah – We have to find out exactly what it opens.
— — —
M ATT was sitting in his apartment with his laptop right in front of him. “S-37. Does that mean anything to you?” he looked up at Alexa, hoping her past answers of no , would suddenly change to yes or maybe .
Alexa dropped the key on the table before her. “For the very last time, no. I wish the writer of this letter would have been a little more specific.”
“I’ll keep looking.” He returned his hands to the keyboard. “So, just how much did you
“I can’t believe my eyes.” She shrieked as her eyes fell on Matt who was leaning on a brand new red 1970 Mustang with two black stripes running along the center of it.
Matt leaned by the passenger door of the brand new looking mustang. “Six inches of steel, babe. Only the best on your eighteenth birthday.”
“Only six inches?” she raised an eyebrow in humour. “Just for me?” she said jokingly.
“Just for us. I’m not that rich.”
She spread her hands out in front of the red mustang and hugged it as much as she could. “You’re not rich at all, period. How on Earth did you get this?” She tapped the hood of his car.
Matt spread his arms out expecting a hug from Alexa. When none came, he asked, “What? No hug for me?” Alexa quickly wrapped her arms around him. Still within her grip, he said, “As for where I got it... Can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” Then he let go of her. “Speaking of secrets, what’s that you’re holding?” he looked at the cream colored envelope and also noticed the red wax stamp on its front.
“An envelope,” she replied, stating the obvious.
“Yeah, I can see that. Who from? And what does it say? Just by looking at it, I’ve diffuse that it’s from a long lost relative who just recently found you and happens to be filthy rich.”
“Well, I’ve diffused that it’s a case of mistaken identity.” She stretched the letter towards him. “Shall you do the honours?”
“Normally, I would love to, but I really think that you should do it.”
After a brief moment of hesitation, Alexa picked up the envelope again and propped it open. Inside, was what appeared to be a neatly folded letter and a key. A small strange key. “Weird.”
“Read it.” By then, Matt’s face was right by hers, awaiting the mystery of the letter.
She shook her head. “No here. You read it.”
He took the piece of paper from her hand and straightened it. “It’s handwritten,” he noted. “To Alexa LeGardien, my beautiful daughter on your eighteenth birthday. I hoped this wouldn’t come to pass. Your journey begins now. Love, mom.” He stopped reading. “That’s it.”
“Stop looking at me like that. It’s obviously not from my mother. She died giving birth to me, you know that. That’s all that’s written? Talk about vague.”
Matt’s eyes saddened when he looked at Alexa. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure! This is a sick joke from a very sick person. That’s all. There’s no deeper meaning to it.”
“Sorry.” Matt tried to calm her rising temper.
Alexa took it from his hands and re-read it. “I wonder what that’s meant to mean. And I wonder what this key unlocks.” She twirled it between her fingers for a while and then brought the key closer to her sight. It was much smaller than your average key and had a letter followed by two digits inched at one side of it. It read ‘S37’ to be exact. “We find the lock, we find the idiot.”
“Like you said, I also wonder what it unlocks.”
“Yeah.”
Matt cocked his left eyebrow and looked at her knowingly. She looked back at him, almost as if they were having a back-to-back conversation in their minds. He looked at her in a ‘you-know-what-we-have-to-do’ – Yeah – We have to find out exactly what it opens.
— — —
M ATT was sitting in his apartment with his laptop right in front of him. “S-37. Does that mean anything to you?” he looked up at Alexa, hoping her past answers of no , would suddenly change to yes or maybe .
Alexa dropped the key on the table before her. “For the very last time, no. I wish the writer of this letter would have been a little more specific.”
“I’ll keep looking.” He returned his hands to the keyboard. “So, just how much did you
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