Scarlett’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
Not after what I saw.
I kept telling myself it wasn’t her. That shadows lie. That grief warps memory. But I knew better.
She was there.
Watching.
Somewhere between three and four in the morning, I gave up trying. I slipped out of bed quietly, pulled on a robe, and wandered through the long, silent hallways of the Carrington Estate.
It was always too quiet at night in this house. Too clean. Too still. Like the walls had secrets they were dying to whisper, if only I dared listen.
I walked into the downstairs sitting room, meaning only to get water from the bar, maybe breathe, maybe cry. But then I saw it.
An envelope.
Plain. White. Resting on the center of the glass coffee table like it had always belonged there.
I froze.
It hadn’t been there earl
