Ayla POV
I stood beneath the hottest shower the estate could produce for nearly an hour and a half. The sludge eventually disappeared. Mostly. I was fairly certain there was still some behind my left ear. Or perhaps that was all in my head. Either way, I had no desire to experience it a second time.
Wrapped in one of the absurdly soft robes hanging in my bathroom, I sat on the edge of the bed and unfolded the envelope again.
When one heir was twenty-two years old, they suffered a public mental health crisis that ended their academic career and destroyed their professional reputation. They stole something from me shortly afterward. They still have it.
I read it more slowly this time.
The words felt...cruel.
Not because they were false.
Because Keenan had chosen this.
He could have w
