I went downstairs to find a letter on my kitchen counter. It was from Greg, and it read:
Dear Ashley,
I don't know how to say this but I am sorry. I wanted to get you scared, luckily I didn't kill you.
See you in court,
Greg
I decided to leave a note for everyone saying that I was going for a stroll and that I was headed for the police department. I also told them that my cell phone would be on. With that I left.
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