Merry said, "After you left, while I was sorting through Brandon's belongings, I found a letter he left for you."
"A letter? What does it say?"
"I don't know, I haven't read it. Your name was written on the envelope, I put it in the bottom drawer of your desk."
While Clarice processed this revelation, Merry suddenly grew urgent. "You must leave Skeynia," she warned, staring into the distance. Her next words came in a barely audible whisper, "I shouldn't have stopped you from going to the police that day."
Clarice said, "In just three years, your health has deteriorated so much. Is it because of Hunter?"
A sudden gust of wind made Merry shiver beneath her blanket. Her eyes drifted shut, as if the weight of their conversation had exhausted her. "The chill is too much," she murmured. "Ta
