MIRA

The letter read “meet me at 12” at the old cabin. Who could this be? I thought, pacing all around the room. I feel Jackson’s hands on my shoulders.

“You look worried. What’s the problem?”

“I just got this letter a few minutes ago.” I explain, waving the envelope before handing it to him. “The help said the person was an elderly woman at the gate. I don’t think I have any idea who it might be. They say they have information on the properties and my father’s mysterious ...