Charlotte’s POVSmoke still clung to me—my hair, my skin. I’d showered twice, but I still couldn’t shake the smell of fire. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flames again, licking up papers, turning everything I’d worked for into ash.I sat on my bed, staring at the charred leather case next to me.Nothing left.Well—almost nothing.That familiar squeeze hit my chest. Weeks of digging, all that panic, all that hope—gone. Burned up in a single night.There was a knock at my door.“Mrs. Norman?”One of the maids peeked in.“Mr. Norman asked if you wanted a doctor.”I almost snorted. A doctor, for smoke and nerves.“No. I’m fine.”She looked relieved just to be able to report something back and disappeared.When the door shut, I looked back at the case. Then I noticed a sliver of something, tucked inside the burned lining. I pulled it out, gentle. Most was just a blackened scrap, but part of it survived.I unfolded it with shaky fingers.Evelyn Green.Her name, clear as day.Part of
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