Chapter 50 Secrets Beneath The Surface

• Scarlett couldn’t sleep.
• She lay in the dark guest bedroom of the estate, the walls echoing with silence that felt too deliberate, too thick. Damien hadn’t come home after their explosive argument. His phone was unreachable. The security detail said nothing. But something in her gut told her he was up to something he didn’t want her to know.
• She clutched the small journal she’d found earlier that day, a red leather-bound notebook buried deep in one of the storage rooms. Inside were letters, dated four years ago. Each was addressed to a name she hadn’t seen in years, Amara. Her mother.