And then, on the morning of September 18th, what should’ve been a quiet Sunday morning….four people woke up to a surprise. Slipped under their doors at some point in the night were four letters, the distinctive curly handwriting of none other than Greer Morrison scrawled across the front of the envelopes.
Please deliver on August 29th -
Isabella -
Enjoy the room to yourself for the year. Hope they don’t try to replace me, though…after all, we both know no one could replace me, right? Not the school, not Kit. Not Diego.
x,
G










