The name stared back at Elina.
—Sebastian
For several seconds, she couldn't move.
Her fingers remained frozen against the edge of the page while her mind struggled to make sense of what she was seeing.
Sebastian..
Not Mr. Kingsley.
Just Sebastian.
The name looked strangely familiar in his handwriting.
Almost as if she'd seen it before.
Somewhere far away.
Somewhere she couldn't reach.
Elina swallowed.
“Why would you write this?”
The room offered no answer.
Only the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall.
She looked toward the door.
No footsteps.
Good.
She lowered her gaze to the journal again.
The page was old, but the ink had been preserved remarkably well.
Beneath his name was a tiny drawing.
A butterfly.
Elina's breath caught.
The same shape.
The same little butt
