Scarlett’s POV
The world had finally grown quiet.
Monica was gone.
Cassie, vanished like a storm that had finally lost the strength to rage.
Nicholas, with his venomous eyes and bitter smile, had been swallowed back into the shadows from which he came.
Even the anonymous notes that once slipped through the cracks of our lives like poison had stopped. Eliran or whoever it was, whatever game they played, was silent now too.
Maria too had left the estate a long time ago. No fuss. No fight. Just the end of a thread that had been fraying for too long.
And in the hush that followed, Jasper and I discovered a rhythm. One so soft, so sacred, I sometimes feared breathing too hard might break it.
We had long, slow mornings. Sunlight streaming across the sheets, his hand already searching fo
