“Stop looking for Eleanor… unless you’re ready to bury another Ashford.”
The air inside Edward’s study suddenly felt colder.
Lydia read the message again before handing the phone to Harriet. No one spoke immediately. Rose was the first to break the silence. “Could it simply be someone trying to frighten us?”
Harriet shook her head. “The timing is too precise. Only moments earlier we were speaking to the conservator’s granddaughter. Now someone knows exactly what we’re investigating. That isn’t coincidence.”
Someone was watching.
Lydia instinctively rested a hand over her stomach. For the first time since beginning this investigation, fear outweighed curiosity. Every secret they had uncovered had led them deeper into danger, and now the threat felt deeply personal. It was no longer dir
