“Sounds serious,” Madison said. “It is. The envelope will smell like roses. Open it once you get inside your apartment, after you shut the door.” “Self-triggering wards?” Madison asked. “Good ones. You’ll receive a new envelope in your mailbox once a week on Tuesday until this is over. Red-bordered, rose-scented. If any one of those three things isn’t right, don’t open it. And after you don’t open it and you get the fuck out of your apartment building, you call me.” “Got it,” Madison said, and swallowed hard. “Look, if this is too much—” Madison cut her off. “It isn’t. Really. I’m just
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This envelope thing is oddly satisfying and the cat reference made me laugh (she has a cat?). I think I'm still kind of getting Madison and Harper confused but it's a lot better now at least.
