Nobody spoke.
I stood beside Eve in the hidden room beneath the burned out garage, staring at the
envelope in her trembling hands.
For My Daughter.
The words felt impossible.
More impossible was the signature.
Gabriel Mercer.
My brother.
The brother I wasn't supposed to remember.
The brother I'd been told died before I was old enough to understand what death
even meant.
Eve looked up at me, her storm gray eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"Tell me I'm reading this wrong."
I wanted to.
God, I wanted to.
But I couldn't stop staring at the handwriting.
I'd seen it before.
Not on a letter.
Not on a journal.
On an old birthday card tucked into one of my father's desk drawers when I was a
kid.
I hadn't known whose writing it was at the time.
Now I did.
My chest tightene
