GWEN
I turned around quickly, the letter still in my hands. My heart thudded in panic as I met Conan’s gaze standing just inside the doorway. He looked calm, but there was something unreadable in his expression.
He cleared his throat and took a slow step forward.
“What are you holding?” he asked, his voice curious.
I stared at him for a moment, then lowered my eyes to the paper.
“It’s just... a random piece of paper I found,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. My fingers trembled slightly as I folded the letter and tucked it carefully into one of the books on the shelf. I turned away from the shelf and faced him, hands clasped in front of me to keep them from shaking.
He gestured toward the chair in front of his desk.
“Come and sit. We need to talk.”
I nodded and walked over,
