Park pulled the letter out. It was a postcard with the words plastered over the front, "The land of 10,000 lakes." His hand shook as he flipped the card over. It had three words...
He dropped the letter in shock, the glossy white card a swipe of white across his dark rug.
Park's palms got clammy and he fearful tremors jolted through his body. When they stopped, or at least calmed down, the realization and severity of the situation hit him.
"I have to go, I have to get in the car," he whispered to himself. Park ran downstairs and grabbed the keys, spinning himself around and throwing the door open. He felt a large pair of hands on his shoulders, slowly turning him. "Where do you think you're going?" Park glanced up into his father's watery blue eyes and tousled his own midnight shaded hair nervously. He jangled his keys against his leg, looking like he had to go to the bathroom.
"Dad, that letter, I have to go. Like right now," Park said, his tone raising quickly.
"Slow yourself. Tell me what's going on or you won't go," his tone steady.
"Eleanor's in trouble, that letter-"
"Is something you need to explain. What did it say?"
Park gulped down air, almost choking with fear. "The card said..."