4: Abiga
ning each frame to identify the person who had handed him the mysterious letter. Despite replaying segments multiple times, the
k interrupted
ing," Naomi's voi
" he replied, cl
-
nt-the kind where menus had no prices, and the floral arrangements probably had their own stylist.
triking was the fact that th
ught, glancing aroun
eady seated, their faces light
" Genevieve stoo
reeted warmly, hugging h
smile tugging at his us
wn father absent-by choice more than distance-the Everharts ha
ting about recent events, art, and
lightly, "my mom always said, 'Attending events introd
rt woman. If she hadn't nudged you out
oks somewhere, completely unaware of
e said, her voice soft with genuine warm
ed. "She r
ame was Abigail Turner-though she always said it sounded too
was a
ong
-not from Genevieve, not from Charles, and not even f
other in a sea of guests... Damien shoul
st wasn't important
way, forcing a smile as s
the table, her hand warm
t? And if Damien ever gives you trouble-" she shot
e tension easing
squeezing Geneviev
atic sigh. "Wow. Betrayed. In
her more," Naomi
cracked a s
he kind that made Naomi feel like maybe,
t looking f
felt restless. The quietness of the house - the stillness of it - was starting to feel a little too loud. Damien had stepp
est table to steady herself. A small gust of wind crept through the window Damien had cracked open ea
ick it up - just a p
en she
ink near the corner we
tched. She re
and told her was nothing. She hadn't opened it. Hadn't even asked again. But she'd noticed th
hallway. Still empty.
ully, she ope
dwriting was strange. Rushed. Like someone wrote it with too
with blood o
love would bu
ht she'd n
oy. Secrets don't s
est ti
ad it
ag
the couch before her knees gave out. The letter rested in her lap. Her
k-t
out like it had
mory. Familiar. A
riend. Rachel said
omi! We're goi
k, decisi
so clear it gav
It didn't look like anyone she knew. But the word - it did
shown this to he
ope, but she didn't put it down. She held it in her lap
ame a little
nce of the house felt