Chapter 86: Crumble
-A couple of days earlier-
Eira sat by the window of her penthouse, her fingers running over the torn edge of the envelope.
Inside were photographs of Beatrice and Steven, locked in a passionate embrace.
Her stomach churned. The accompanying letter was short, typed on plain paper.
"I told you she couldn't be trusted. Think about what she's hiding. – S."
"Steven..."
His name wasn't signed, but the sharpness of the words reeked of his smugness.
He'd sent this to stir the pot, to make her doubt her next move.
Eira tossed the photos onto the table, leaning back in her chair.
She didn't trust Steven, but he was right about one thing.
Beatrice was unraveling, behind her mother's death with Henry, and someone needed to tip the scales.
She remembered Henry's last statement of replacing her with everyone else, and then she wandered to Vanesa.
