Chapter 27 Unspoken Confessions

• The box sat open on the velvet ottoman like a wound split wide. Its contents were sparse—an old silver necklace, a crumpled letter, and a flash drive. Kelly’s fingers trembled as she reached for the letter first. The handwriting was the same as the one in the notebook looked like hers—but not hers.
• Rowel watched her from the corner of the room, eyes shadowed and unreadable. He hadn’t moved since the screen with Vincent’s taunt had gone black. Kelly could feel the weight of his gaze, heavier than the secret she’d just uncovered.
• The letter read: