Chapter 49 A Secret Waiting To Be Seen

• Back at Zara’s workplace, the day had been dragging slower than usual. The air was thick with tension she couldn’t quite explain. She was neck-deep in her tasks when the receptionist strolled in, holding a plain brown envelope.
• “Zara, someone dropped this for you,” the receptionist said, placing the envelope on the desk.
• Zara paused, took the envelope slowly, and glanced at the front. Her name was written in capital letters — no sender, no address.