Chapter Twenty-Three: The Letter
The mood shattered the second they opened the bedroom door.
Wyatt stood outside in the hallway looking exhausted, rain still dampening the shoulders of his jacket. One glance at Nolan and Kylie sitting too close together on the bed told him everything immediately.
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
Nolan looked deeply unimpressed. “Don’t.”
Wyatt held up both hands innocently. “Didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
“Absolutely.”
Kylie tried—and failed—not to smile.
Then Wyatt’s expression sobered again as he held up a folded envelope.
The sight of it made cold dread slide instantly through her chest.
“No,” Nolan said flatly.
Wyatt’s jaw tightened. “We found it nailed to the front gate.”
Kylie’s stomach dropped.
Victor.
Again.
Nolan stood care
