Lila's P.O.V
The letter sat in my desk drawer like a bad secret, nagging at me every time I walked past the library. I didn't tell Serena or Lavigne about it—didn't want to drag them into whatever mess this was. Probably just some crank from Greystone, bitter about the sale or stirring up old grudges. Blackwoods had enemies; that wasn't news. But it lingered in my mind, a sharp little hook, making me jump at shadows in the manor halls.
A few days after it arrived, I was in the kitchen helping Lavigne peel apples for one of her endless tarts when my phone buzzed. It was Diane, my old friend from the city days, the one who'd always dragged me to gallery openings and wine tastings before life got complicated. We hadn't talked much since Shay's death—guilt on my part, I guess, for ghosting e
