ALYSSA
The next morning, Pamela and I got ready to head back to the university dorms. The thought of returning to class felt strange after everything that had happened, but life had to go on. I was pulling on my jacket when Aunt Jane appeared at the door, a serious expression on her face.
“Be careful, Alyssa,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “Whoever sent that letter knows something about your parents. Don’t take it lightly.”
I nodded, appreciating her concern. “I won’t, Aunt Jane. I’ll start looking into it as soon as I get back.” I forced a smile, trying to ease the worry that hung between us, but the unease in my gut wouldn’t disappear. Something about that letter haunted me. Why now? What did they know?
With a final hug, Pamela and I headed to the car, and soon we were on the
