The words seemed to hang in the air long after Ethan read them aloud.
If you're reading this, I'm dead. Lily slowly lowered herself into her chair.
A chill spread through her body,even Henry looked shaken. For twenty years, he had protected the envelope without knowing what it contained.
For twenty years, he had carried it like a promise. And now that it was finally open, he almost wished it wasn't.
Ethan swallowed hard. Then looked back at the page. The handwriting was unmistakable Emily Bennett.
His mother's handwriting. His mother's words. His mother's voice somehow reaching them from beyond the grave.
For a moment, he couldn't breathe. Because suddenly this wasn't evidence. It wasn't a clue. It wasn't another piece of the investigation. It was his mother.
Talking directly to the
