Moira couldn’t sleep.

The room was dark, the city lights outside bleeding through the curtains, casting shadows on the walls that seemed to move with every shift of her thoughts. Her fingers traced the edge of the letter again, the words still burning in her memory, even though they were no longer on the page.

“You were never meant to be free.”

She had tried to ignore it, to bury it under everything that had come before—the broken promises, the lies, the manipulations. But the ...