THE BOTTOM DRAWER
(Damian's POV)
Elena's light was still on under her door at two in the morning.
I stood on the landing and looked at it longer than I needed to. I didn't knock. I heard her turn over once, and the bed settled, and then nothing.
She was awake up there. So was I. Neither of us was going to do anything about it.
I went down.
Her umbrella was open by the front door, drying on the floor with the handle up. Greta would have closed it. Elena left it exactly where she dropped it, and I walked past it and noticed that too, the way I notice everything in that house now.
The envelope had been on my desk since nine twenty. I left it there for five hours, because I don't open things in a house when my uncle is standing in it.
The letter opener went under the flap.
One print.
