Chapter 21 - A Mysterious Black Letter Arrives Silently At The Gate
Back at our old suburban driveway in New York, the sun dipped below the tree line, plunging the quiet street into deep shadow.
I walked out of the front door for the very last time, locking the deadbolt behind me with a firm, decisive click.
As I reached the end of the walkway, I noticed a plain black envelope resting directly on top of the mailbox lid.
There was no return address or postal mark, only an unfamiliar geometric crest stamped into a heavy blob of crimson wax.
I picked it up with a gloved hand, sliced open the seal with my car keys, and unfolded the heavy black cardstock inside.
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Scrawled across the paper in elegant silver ink was a chilling message that made my blood run instantly cold:
“You think Ethan played you, Chloe... but the game was never about him. We are coming for your daughter next.”
