A small three by five piece of paper fluttered violently as the dirt filled breezes whipped around the blue jeep. Kylie stepped out from Gentry’s General Store, the wind twirling her strawberry blond hair. Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the note flapping in the breeze. She quickly scanned the horizon then left to right, the only cars there were her own, the cashier Bonnie and the owner’s car. With a deep breath she walked over to the Jeep and plucked it from its confinements between the windshield and wiper blade. Without having to read the note in its entirety she knew the author, her blood ran cold. Crumpling the note; she hurriedly loaded the two brown bags into the passenger seat. Her cell phone rang, startling her, “Hello?”, Kylie answered. “Hey babe…what time you think your gonna be home?”, Rob questioned. “On my way now.”, Kylie said sighing relief. “Okay, will it be alrigh if I invite Troy from work over?”, Rob asked. Kylie was still unnerved and was focusing more on t...