Chapter 38 Shattered Pieces

• Scarlett stood frozen in the doorway of the beach house, the salty wind pushing through her loose hair like invisible fingers, tugging at the strands as if trying to pull her back. The ocean roared behind her, waves crashing violently against the shore, but the sound was nothing compared to the storm raging inside her chest.
• She had found it—Ethan’s secret drawer.
• It had been an accident. She had been looking for a spare charger in his nightstand when her fingers brushed against the false back. A soft click, and there it was: a hidden compartment filled with letters, photographs, and a small wooden box engraved with delicate swirls. A memory box that didn’t include her.