"Your body told me," she replied. "It has been screaming for years. You simply stopped listening."
That's when I got lost.
Beside me, on a small wooden stool, sat a single card. Handwritten on thick parchment: monique-s secret spa- part 1
Not the frustrating kind of lost. The dreamlike kind. Every turn I took seemed to lead to a street I had never seen, though I'd lived in Westbrook for a decade. The address numbers skipped from 118 to 122, with no 120 in between. A cat—a sleek, impossibly black creature with emerald eyes—sat on a mossy stone wall, watching me. "Your body told me," she replied