Layla’s POV
The letter arrived without warning.
It wasn’t in a courier bag. No name. No return address. Just an old-fashioned envelope—thick, off-white, and sealed with a strange red wax.
It was already sitting on my desk when I walked into my office that morning. Alone. As if it had been placed there by hand.
“Did someone drop this off?” I asked Erin, my assistant, who was typing away at her desk outside.
She glanced up. “What is it?”
“A letter. No postage. Just… there.”
Erin frowned. “No one came in. I’ve been here all morning. Maybe it was left yesterday?”
I didn’t answer. Something about the envelope gave me a strange feeling. Like static electricity before a storm.
Back in my office, I stared at it for a long moment before carefully opening the wax seal.
Inside was a single
