After staring in shock for a good 7 minutes and 13 seconds, I finally sucked up the courage to pick one of the letters up. The one that I did was in a slightly purple envelop, with Cammie Morgan written in frilly writing on the front. Under my name was the address of Gallagher. It was postmarked for a month and four days ago.
Just like opening the package, I slowly tore open the letter. Before pulling out the paper I glanced around the room and out the window, noticing the same men still unloading from the boat on the dock. Pulling out the letter with shaking hands, I felt goose bumps rising on my arms and legs. It was folded into three's and the paper was decorated with colorful flowers and hearts.
Dear Cammie, it said.

I stopped. I didn't think I could read the rest. So I got up and went to my bathroom. I pulled my hair up into a bun and washed my face. Feeling the cool tingle of the fresh water made me momentarily forget about the mystery, well mysteries, laying on my kitchen table. I then brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas. Carefully, I made my way back to the kitchen, ignoring the table and heading to the cabinet. I pulled out a can of green beans and turned on the one burner stove I had. Pulling out a pot from my shelf, I opened the can and smelled the aroma of cold beans. After my beans were heated up I confidently made my way back to the table like nothing had happened. Like nothing from my past had found me.
The spoon full of green beans in my mouth helped me from bursting into sobs as I slowly began to read the letter. I couldn't show any emotion though, who knows who could be watching me.
Dear Cammie,
God. Why did you have to leave? Wait, don't answer that. I know you had to. I am a spy too, and I'm not stupid. So answer this, why couldn't one of us come with you?
I know what you would say to that. "It's not safe". Well that's bull shit. We all are in just as much danger as you are. Wherever you are...Where are you?
I hope you like the paper. It's the only one I could find. I hate it. It reminds me of you before everything went wrong.
You know how much I want to scream? A lot. To just let it all out. But that would mean weakness. Gallagher girls aren't weak Cammie, please remember that. If I never get to see you again, please, always keep that in the back of your mind. And that I love you to death, and that's how long I will love you. You are my best friend, Cammie.
Remember me,
Bex

The tears soaking the page meant weakness. So I cried harder. Harder than I ever had.

When I had calmed down a little I grabbed another letter in the pile. Being just as careful with it as I had been with the other one, I opened it up.
Cammie,
I don't know what to say. What should I say? That I am mad at you? That I wish you had never left? That you aren't safe anymore? Even though all of those are true, I wouldn't say them to your face, so why say them in a letter?
We all are fine. I know you'll want to know that. Graduation was hard without you there. We all miss you so much. Bex and grant are engaged by the way. As for me and Jonas, well we never happened in the first place. He's a wimp.
Macey is fine too. Nobody special for her either.
Your mom is handling everyday without you like every mother would. She doesn't smile, or laugh or get any sleep. She spends all her time in sub level 2. Nobody knows what she does down there but nobody has tried to find out either.
Solomon did eventually wake up. It was about a year after you left, and when we told him about it he didn't seem surprised. He confuses me.
I am sure you are waiting for me to mention Zach. I'm sorry Cammie but nobody knows where he is either. He disappeared in a mission about three years after you left. He could be alive living somewhere, or he could be dead. Nobody knows. I'm so sorry Cam.
It's kind of like you though, I mean, you disappeared too. Nobody knows where you are either. I could be writing a letter to a dead person for all I know. I know you are alive somewhere though. It was Bex's idea, to write a letter to you as if you were going to read it. I hope you do.

Why does the spy world have to be so hard? I hate it. I'm sure you do too. If you are still alive and reading this, please remember that I miss you so much. Come back home.

With Love,

Lizzie

I wasn't sure it was possible, but I cried harder with Liz's letter. My little Lizzie. She sounded so weak and innocent. I could see her writing it, and getting all teary eyed over Jonas. I always knew she loved him. I only wish I could have been there for her. I am so stupid.

With tears stinging my eyes I looked at the other envelopes. They were all blank, and didn't address me like Bex's and Liz's had. I wondered if Macey wrote me one. I guess not. I pulled one open, to reveal an article, rather a report, printed off the computer. Interested, I wiped my eyes and nose with the back of my hand and gathered up the others and the box and headed to the couch. I huddled up in the fetal position on the end and read the flimsy piece of paper in my continually shaking hand.

It was a missing person's report, for Tina Walters. Tina? I hated to admit it but I missed her too, her constant gossip and nagging to get the truth out of you. If you lived with that for all the years I had you would miss it a little too.

Tina Walters? Missing? She didn't seem like the "mission" type of spy to me. But what did I know, I haven't seen her in five years. I hadn't led my normal life in five years. I was now a 22 year old named Megan Morris who didn't have a family, and that's just how Megan Morris liked it.

I had fallen asleep on the couch. When my eyes pushed themselves open I momentarily forgot the contents of the night before. I tried to stand up and stretch, but the crook in my neck caught me off guard. I had slept in the same position all night, and found the article about Tina on the floor. My hand was half numb and my muscles ached. I felt sick.
Since it was my day off I drug myself out of my cottage after I took a shower and such. It was the last thing Cammie wanted to do, but Megan always went out on her day off. Stupid Megan.
The market was open, just like it was everyday, full of all different ages selling their specialties. I pulled my sunglasses out of my purse and put them on. It was a perfect day. Not too hot, not too cool, and the most amazing breeze coming in off the ocean.
After I got down my hill and saw all the booths set up I immediately perked up, the mysterious package was the last thing on my mind, because Megan Morris was here to shop. I looked at multiple stands of jewelry, more than normal, since we had gotten a big bead shipment in last week. I made my way to the food section then, picking up some fresh fruits and vegetables.

I walked towards the vendors selling items of clothing when something caught my eye. It was a new booth not ten steps from the bakery. I made my way over, glancing around as I went. It was decorated with cream colored sheets to give it shade and baskets hung from the opening. I walked in, noticing it was selling furniture, and There was a person in the corner behind a newspaper. I grazed around the little room, looking at all the spectacular pieces. I saw a tall lamp next to me and looked up to see the full frame when the crook in my neck made me wimper softly. I rubbed my neck as I looked down again, but I was caught off guard when the person with the newspaper stood up and asked me,
"Eísai kalá?"

(Are you alright?)
Startled, I nodded my head, not sure of what else to do, but he didn't sit back down again, he just kept talking.
"Welcome," he said in Greek.
"Thank you," I replied too quickly, then noticed my mistake. I had said it in English.
"Ef…Ef…Ef̱charistoúme," I stuttered. The guy, who looked about my age, stared at me with a confused look on his face. My mind suddenly flashed to another boy about my age with amazing green eyes and a smirk that could drive you criminally insane. The ping in my heart was so swift and so quick, that it was gone just as fast as it showed up, and just like that, another part of Cammie died inside of me, along with every happy memory of the boy I thought I loved.
"You speak English?" he asked me in perfect English.

I grinned. "Yes, I am from there."

"So am I!" he laughed, his deep blue eyes lighting up with every chuckle. He had dirty blond hair and was probably 6'2. He had a muscular build, just like…I couldn't even say his name in my mind anymore. It sounded so distant and strange. It didn't roll off my tongue like it used to.

The pieces and pieces of Cammie that just kept dying didn't faze Megan at all, but then again, Megan was fake. Nothing about her was real, and Cammie knew that. She just didn't do anything about it.