Chapter 35 The Letters

• Agnes
• The night felt unusually still, the kind of quiet that made you feel like the world was holding its breath. I sat at my desk, staring at the letter before me. Its content was simple enough—an apology signed by Elijah—but the handwriting was unmistakably Thea’s.
• A smile tugged at my lips as I recognized her childish scrawl, imagining her determined face as she crafted this little scheme to fix the tension between Elijah and me.