Maya's POV

I hesitated as I stared at the envelope. It was addressed to me, but a spell had been placed on it, likely the reason it had never been opened until now. The wax seal was still intact. I recognized it immediately. It had to be from my mother.

I wondered how long it had been sitting in my father’s safe, untouched. A part of me was grateful, grateful to have something of hers. But another part of me was nervous, even afraid, to open it.

The moment I broke the seal and unfolded the ...