The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the room as I sat at the small desk in my mother's old bedroom, the letter she had left behind still in my trembling hands. My heart raced, but my mind struggled to comprehend what I had just read. The letter had been clear enough in its warning: my mother had known something, and she had done everything she could to protect me. But what if she hadn't been able to? What if her protection was just a temporary shield, one that could shatter with the wrong discovery?
I looked down at the letter, re-reading the words that had echoed in my mind since I first laid eyes on them. There had to be more. There had to be something deeper hidden within these pages, something that explained why my mother had been so determined to leave behind this message for me.
