The London safe house was quiet, but the silence was heavy with unspoken thoughts.
Ethan sat at the table, Eleanor's final letter spread out before him. He'd read it a dozen times, each time finding something new in the words. She'd been broken, twisted by her obsession with control. But she'd also loved him, in her own way. And she'd believed in him.
Kate moved through the room, her footsteps soft on the worn carpet. She'd been watching him for hours, giving him space to process everything.
"Ethan," she said gently, sitting down beside him. "You've been staring at that letter for hours. Are you okay?"
"I don't know." He looked up at her, his eyes tired but clear. "I spent so long hating her. Hating what she did, what she stood for. But now... now I don't know what to feel."
Kate took
