The quiet morning was soon interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Andrei tensed, his protective instincts immediately kicking in. Cristine sat up, her heart skipping a beat.
“Who could that be?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.
“I’ll check,” Andrei said, his tone cautious but calm. He stood and crossed the room, opening the door to reveal one of the estate staff holding a letter.
“This just arrived, sir,” the staff member said, handing it over.
Andrei took the envelope, his brow furrowing as he recognized the handwriting. Catalina’s.
“What is it?” Cristine asked, her voice rising with anxiety.
“It’s from Catalina,” Andrei said, his tone grim. He moved back to sit beside her, carefully opening the envelope. Inside was a handwritten letter, the words scrawled in Catalina’s unm
