LETTER
POV: Sasha --- The mansion emptied. Antonio's men escorted Dmitri out in cuffs. Marco stayed close, his hand on my back, his presence the only thing keeping me upright. I clutched the letter – my mother's letter – and didn't look at it. Not yet. "Sasha." Marco's voice was soft. "You don't have to read it here." "I know." "We can go." I looked at the empty foyer, at the chandelier still swaying slightly, at the blood on the floor – not fresh, not today, but old. The story of this house. "Give me a minute." He nodded. Stepped back. Gave me space. I walked to the staircase, sat on the bottom step, and opened the letter. --- My dearest Sasha, If you're reading this, I'm gone. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from him. I'm sorry I wasn't stronger. I'm sorry I left y
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