I didn't tell Maya about the note.
I didn't tell Ethan either.
Not yet.
I wasn't sure why.
Maybe because saying it out loud would make it real.
Or maybe because I already knew what Maya would say.
We're going to find out who wrote it.
And Ethan would probably say,
We shouldn't.
Which was exactly why I kept it to myself.
For the rest of the afternoon, the note stayed folded inside my pocket.
I could feel it every time I moved.
A tiny piece of paper.
Five words.
Yet somehow it felt heavier than anything I'd carried all day.
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I went to the library after school.
If I wanted answers, I needed somewhere people couldn't interrupt me every thirty seconds.
I found the oldest section of the library and started looking through books about Blackwood territory.
Most of them were b
