Natalie's pov
The drive back to the Lawley mansion was unusually quiet. I sat in the back of the bus with the brown-colored envelope pressed against my lap. The pages inside seemed heavier than paper had any right to be.
The unfinished sentence that was written on the paper kept on repeating in my head.
Then there was the name. Mark.
I had searched for it before leaving the library, yet found nothing. No Mark connected to Law's Pharmaceuticals, no former researcher.
Nothing.
Maybe the paper meant nothing. Maybe it had been mixed into the envelope by accident.Maybe I was slowly losing my mind.
That last possibility was beginning to look increasingly reasonable.
I looked up at the enormous building as I approached the gates. The lights were already on. Every window glowed warmly ag
