Oh Lord... What happened yesterday? It can’t be true. I must have been incredibly drunk and dreaming. I found my phone and, without thinking, it started calling the first saved number. “Are you alive?” I was checking in on B because I had gone clubbing with her. “Andrea... I was looking for you all night.” Damn it! So it might be true. “I know, girl. I’m sorry.” B started giving me a motherly lecture about how worried she was, but I was just thinking about what really happened yesterday. B snapped me out of my thoughts. “Pho in an hour?” She always knew that only Pho could cure my hangover. I agreed and hung up, my mind racing with thoughts about the previous night. I got out of bed, trying to remember what exactly had happened, and made my way to the shower. As I walked into the bathroom, the first thing I noticed was a strange letter placed on my sink. Huh? I don’t even have a single piece of paper at my house. I opened the letter but didn’t recognize the handwriting. It didn’t make sense to me at all. It looked like a lover’s letter. Lol, I started laughing, thinking I might have stolen someone’s letter.