"Hello Jeremy."
"Hello doc."
"Here are your reports. Things are pretty fine for now. You are recovering at a good pace. But it will still take 5-6 months for you to be normal again."
"Alright doc. Thanks."
I took my reports and drove home.
On reaching the doorsteps of my house, I saw the envelope. I picked it up and went inside.
Today, again, there were some photographs. I saw Emily standing along with a guy. Then there were some of a living room, bedroom and a kitchen.
Dear Stranger,
Hey stranger! How are you? I am absolutely, completely, amazingly fine. I hope you have seen those photographs which I sent you along with this letter. The guy with me is Justin. He is cute, right?
The other photographs is of the new house in which I have shifted. Justin helped me to settle stuffs. It was pretty tiring. It reminded me of the day when I had first moved to North Carolina and we had met. You had helped me a lot to find a place and then to move me in. You even stayed with me for 2-3 days because we kept on working till 1 AM. It was so much fun! That was the time we fell in love.
By the way, I'll be leaving for Miami tomorrow along with Justin to meet my aunt. It's her 25th wedding anniversary. I'll try writing a letter to you from there.
Hope you are okay.
I love you
Yours
Emily
It seems she's got a new friend.
YOU ARE READING
From A Stranger | ✓
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