– Sí.
Blake looked straight into the camera as though he knew we were watching.
Luego levantó un pequeño sobre blanco.
Julian abrió la puerta antes de que pudiera detenerlo.
Blake’s gaze shifted from Julian to me.
For a moment, the two men simply stared at each other.
Old money and new grief.
Quiet strength and shattered arrogance.
Then Blake spoke.
“I know I shouldn’t be here.”
“You’re right,” Julian answered.
Blake accepted the response without protest. His eyes settled on me.
“I wasn’t going to come. Then my assistant found something.”
He extended the envelope.
No lo tomé.
Julian lo aceptó en su lugar.
Inside were photocopies of three letters.
My letters.
The ones that had been returned unopened.
Except these hadn’t remained unopened.
They had been scanned, stamped, and logged as received by Harrington Energy’s legal office five years earlier.
My handwriting stared back at me from the page.
