I must have read the note with my name on it at least thirty times. Each time, a fresh wave of chills ran down my spine. Whoever had written it not only knew who I was but also had a personal interest in me.

Was it someone I already knew?

I scanned the rest of the messages from EH again, dissecting every word. The sender was undoubtedly a man, someone who had shared a close relationship with Selene. Yet, the way he addressed her stood out—he never once referred to her as ...