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Chapter 21: What Elena Wrote

作者: O.O
last update 公開日: 2026-07-08 06:07:38

Reyes brought the letter down the next morning, the one she’d found alongside Sarah’s journal, still unopened after everything else had pulled our attention elsewhere. She set it on the kitchen table between the three of us — me, Ethan, and her — like she was handling something fragile enough to matter.

“I kept meaning to give you space to read this properly,” she said. “Then everything else kept happening instead.” Ethan looked at the faded envelope, his mother’s handwriting across the front,
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