Valeria hated her life.
And now, someone was trying to kill her.
Three weeks now. For three weeks she had been coming home to find the strange envelope in her mailbox. For three weeks she had ignored it. For three weeks she thought she saw a hooded figure somewhere in her apartment or on the balcony looking at her—and there had been three weeks of unexpected thunderstorms.
But what could it mean?
(18+ for Mature Language & Content)