I walked back to my room to find it unlocked. An anonymous letter lay on the nightstand, its words etched into my mind like a scar. “Stay away from both men,” it warned, the ink scrawled as if the writer had been in a hurry or under duress. My hands trembled as I stared at it, wondering who would go to such lengths to insert themselves into this already tangled web of confusion.
A knock on the door startled me, and I quickly folded the letter, slipping it into the drawer. I wasn’t ready to share this with anyone—not yet.
“Come in,” I called out, trying to sound normal, though my voice wavered.
The door creaked open, and Jack stepped in, his eyes scanning my face. “Amelia, are you okay?” he asked, his tone soft but filled with concern.
I forced a smile, shaking my head. “Just tired. It’
