Things to do on a Dark Night

If only I’d ignored that letter, I wouldn’t have had to have done the things I did on this dark night.

But I didn’t ignore it; how could I?
A hand-written letter dressed in a stamped, plain-white envelope from a stranger requesting a meeting.
Her name was Andrea, and she had information that could be crucial to my well-being.
So many reasons not to go.
But how could I not?

I wished I’d thrown that letter away.