into place, and he did not like the picture.
”It’s not the usual message,” he said.
My stomach dropped.
He tightened his grip on the page.
“Mom… I know who sent them.”
The room seemed to go unnaturally quiet.
Even the refrigerator sounded distant.
I walked closer.
“Who?”
He swallowed.
“The letter is signed.”
My voice came out thin.
“Signed by who?”
He looked down at the bottom of the page.
”Thomas.”
The name meant nothing to me.
I held out my hand.
Adrian hesitated before giving me the letter.
