Chapter 27
Sandor Inn Dkany, Romania
Alex stepped back into the room and slammed the door as though he could force out the guilt that wouldn’t let go. His chest tightened as he looked at the letters strewn on the bed. He wasn’t sure he wanted to read them anymore. He’d tried to humiliate Elena, and she’d turned the tables. And some tables they were. Oh my God.
Well, he’d see what those letters said. Maybe he’d pick up a clue to her feelings back then. Perhaps even his.
He sat on the bed and picked up the first letter.
Magda’s handwriting.
Dear Elena,
I was so proud of you when you got that scholarship to the University of Bucharest. I will miss you tremendously, but Uncle Gregory’s generous subsidy to the university couldn’t be ignored. Living in Romania and going to the University
