Twenty years.
Twenty damn years, and still couldn't look at that pendant without seeing fire.
The clubhouse had gone quiet after everyone realized the last page of Thomas's
letter was missing. The brothers had scattered across the property, checking locks
and security cameras again, searching for a ghost they didn't even know the name
of.
I sat alone in my office.
The three remaining pages laid open across the old oak desk.
Rain tapped against the window beside me.
My hands shook as I reached for the first page.
Not because I was sick.
Because I knew exactly what should have been on the fourth.
The truth.
The whole truth.
And now it was gone.
I closed my eyes.
I could still hear Charlotte yelling at me all those years ago.
"If anything happens to me, you make sure she know
