Chapter seventeen

The past week had been… different.

Logan wanted me to take over the Rose Foundation. I didn’t want to. Not at all. But then Anonymous texted me—the same person who had my daughter. I still didn’t know if it was a man or a woman, so I just called the person anonymous. I was told to do it so I did.

And now, here I was on the Greys’ private island. Helen said this was the perfect place to start. That I’d be meeting with a few key people—people who would help me learn how the foundation worked and what it actually did.

Since I arrived, I hadn’t done much. Mostly just wandered around the resort, taking in the ocean breeze, eating, and sleeping. Helen was supposed to stay, but she left, saying she had to meet with someone and would be back in two days.

So I was alone. And honestly? I liked it.

No Logan. No Raymond. No Keith. Just silence and peace.

I could finally think and breathe. I stare at the jar I had placed on the bed earlier—the jar Helen had given me. I wrote a few things