Lena's POV
I sat with the envelope for a long time.
On the writing desk, in the afternoon quiet of my room, with the single sheet of paper open in front of me and the two sentences doing what they were designed to do — working their way through every assumption I'd just carefully constructed and loosening the foundations.
Your uncle didn't act alone. Ask Damian who else was in the room when the arrangement was made.
I read it twice. Three times. Then I folded it carefully and put it back in the envelope and put the envelope in the drawer of the writing desk, underneath the folder with my name on it.
Then I sat very still and thought.
The first thing I thought was: this is what they do. Whoever was leaving these notes — the photograph, the first note, now this — they were working a sp
