For several moments, no one moved.The brown envelope rested in Daniel Cross's outstretched hand.
Its edges were worn with age, the paper slightly yellowed from the passing years.
Clara stared at it, almost afraid to touch it. "So... my mother wrote this?" she asked softly. Daniel nodded. "She did." "And you kept it all these years?" "I promised her I would."
Alexander stepped forward, his eyes never leaving the envelope. "Promises like that usually come with a story."
Daniel let out a quiet sigh. "They do." He glanced around the estate entrance before lowering his voice.
"This isn't the place." Ross immediately understood. "You think you're being watched."
Daniel gave a faint smile. "I don't think." "I know." Almost instinctively, everyone looked around.
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