33: Photograph

The next day, there's another letter waiting for me.

I make a copy and type it up. I can't stop thinking about my conversation with Devon last night. I wasn't lying when I said I'd do whatever it takes, though I am a little afraid. I know how bad things can get, and I don't want to be caught in another crossfire. Luck runs out, Aaron told me that when he was arrested.

"Luck runs out, little sis," he leaned closer to the glass. "That's what happened to me. Wrong place, wrong time. You can't score all the time without the universe conspiring against you. It will eventually. It's a downright envious bitch."

I'll never forget his words. In fact, every life lesson he's ever taught me is permanently engraved in my mind.

I print out the letter, fold it, put it into an envelope and seal it. Someone will come to pick it up. Yesterday, it was a man in his late thirties. I've never seen him around here before, and he was clearly expecting to see Nora instead of me. He grabbed the letter withou