don’t know.”
He entered first and scanned the room. Nothing moved. The only sound was the wind pressing against the windows.
He lifted the envelope with a folded tissue from his coat and examined it.
“No seal,” he said.
I took it from him.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
The handwriting was not my mother’s.
It was neat, formal, and unfamiliar.
*Anna,*
*If you have found this room, then Daniel has brought you here. That means he has opened Claire’s letter, and the truth can no longer remain
