Scarlett’s POV
Just as I pushed the door open to the study, I noticed something on the floor by the doorframe.
A small envelope. No stamp. No markings. Just one word written in handwriting I didn’t recognize:
“Scarlett.”
I picked it up with trembling fingers.
The Letter, The Warning, The Shadow
I stared at the envelope for what felt like hours.
My hand trembled as I broke the seal.
It was his handwriting. Even after all this time, I would recognize it anywhere, sharp and fluid, deliberate in the way only Charles ever was.
“Scarlett,”
“If you’re reading this, then I have succeeded in leading you this far. But don’t be foolish enough to think this is the end. You’ve only scratched the surface, and the answers you seek lie buried beneath decades of carefully constructed lies. Diggin
