MARIA.
I picked up the letter slowly, my fingers brushing against the edges as I stared at it for a moment longer than necessary. My brows furrowed slightly, a faint crease forming between them as curiosity gnawed at me.
Who would send me a letter?
And why now?
Carefully, I began to open it, taking my time, making sure not to tear any part of it by mistake. My movements were deliberate, almost cautious, as if the paper itself held something fragile, something important.
My heart beat a little faster.
I still didn't know who it was from but something about it didn't feel ordinary.
My curiosity got the best of me.
Slowly, I unfolded the paper, my eyes scanning the words the moment they came into view.
And then…
I froze.
My breath caught slightly as the words registered in my mind, leaving me completely dumbfounded.
> *You want to know where Noah is, then…*
My grip on the letter tightened unconsciously.
Noah?
