There it was.
A white envelope.
No logo. No scent. No pretense. Just my name, written in handwriting I hadn’t seen in years.
Skyra Monteverde.
I stared at it for a long time, the corners of the paper already soft from how many times I’d picked it up and put it down again.
It had arrived this morning, discreetly delivered by Camila.
“Ma’am,” she said softly, laying it on my desk. “From... him.”
My breath caught.
I didn’t need to ask who him was.
There was only one person that name could belong to now.
Elian.
My brother.
My traitor.
My once-best friend, once-savior... and the man who tried to have me killed.
Gusto kong sunugin ang sulat.
Gusto kong itapon.
Gusto kong kalimutan.
Pero mas gusto ko pa rin malaman — bakit.
Why now?
Why me?
And most of all... what the hell did
