Melinda’s POV
The call came two days after the launch.
Blocked number.
Unknown voice.
But I knew who it was before she said a word.
“Melinda,” Margot said, “I’d like to see you.”
I stopped walking.
Outside, the city pulsed with life — cars, voices, heat shimmering on pavement.
Inside me, everything froze.
“Why now?” I asked.
There was a long pause.
Then she said:
“Because the letter you think is the last one… isn’t.”
James’s POV
She didn’t tell me what Margot said.
Not at first.
Just that she was going. Alone.
I offered again.
She shook her head again.
“This isn’t about protection,” she said. “It’s about confrontation.”
She didn’t say it, but I knew.
She wasn’t walking into a trap.
She was walking into the past — to finally, fully finish it.
Melinda’s POV
Margot’s h
