ETHAN'S POV
She whispered my name as her fingers brushed my chest. "Ethan?"
"I'm here," I said, lowering my lips to her forehead. Her skin was warm, soft, almost peaceful.
But peace was fleeting in the Kingsley mansion.
Because just as I closed my eyes, the vibration of my phone on the nightstand buzzed sharply
through the silence.
I ignored it.
Then it buzzed again. And again.
Something inside me said: Check it.
Ava stirred but didn't wake.
I reached for the phone and turned the screen. Unknown Number. A message preview glared at me.
> If she finds out, she'll never forgive you. Check your email. Now.
I sat up slowly, dread sliding into my veins like ice water. I slipped from the bed and made my way into the hallway, phone in hand, my pulse roaring.
Downstairs. Quiet. Cold. My footsteps felt like echoes in a tomb.
I opened theemail.
Subject: Your Mother's Letter. The One You Burned.
Attachment: Confession.pdf
