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CHAPTER 38: Marcus's Truth

Author: Zerath
last update publish date: 2026-03-24 15:25:11

Selena's POV~

I can’t sleep.

The letter's tucked in my jacket, pressed against my heart. No need to read it again—I know every word by heart. You were the best thing I ever did. His blood runs in you. You are not alone.

I sit by the window, watching the sky brighten, letting her voice sink in deep. She wrote it with the understanding that she wouldn’t be around much longer. I imagine her sitting at this same spot, pen in hand, saying goodbye—not to a daughter she’d see again, but to a girl she’
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