The sky was a lovely shade of rusty orange, with a blushing sun just sinking below the horizon as Elizabeth approached the front door of her two bedroom, second story apartment. Always cautious, a quick look around before opening the door assured her that she was alone. She opened the door and entered her apartment, reminding herself to lock the door before turning on the light and unwinding after a long day at work.

"Gee, Elizabeth," she whispered to herself. "A simple mistake like forgetting to lock the door and you'll end up a statistic."

"A twenty nine year old Sun Valley teacher was found murdered in her apartment tonight, all because she forgot to lock her door," Elizabeth said in her best news anchor voice, then laughed at the news report running through her mind. Before she had time to construct more headlines, an envelope lying on the floor, next to the closed door, caught her eye.

"Hmm, what do you suppose this is?" she asked, quietly, bending over to retrieve the lightly rose tinted rectangle. While walking over to her small secretary desk to get a letter opener, she turned the envelope over. "Huh, no name. I wonder who it's from? Maybe Steven is trying to be mysterious and romantic," she said with a wistful smile.

She slit the envelope open and removed the lightly scented notepaper. The paper was almost the same shade of rose as the envelope and had a lacy texture to it. She unfolded the paper and after reading the first line, Elizabeth had to sit down before she fell down, then slowly read the remainder of the note.

Elizabeth could not believe what she had just read! Not only had her fiance, Steven, lied about his past, he was cheating on her and had two children with another woman, to whom he was secretly married. With tears of anger and despair trickling from her eyes, she refolded the note and started putting it back into the envelope. As she slid the note in, her finger caught on a small, smooth square of glossy paper that still remained in the envelope. Elizabeth slowly removed the square of paper, knowing that it was a photograph even before she had completely removed it.