Kyra was good at keeping secrets.
Not bad secrets.
Not the kind that hurt people.
Just small secrets.
The kind nobody noticed.
Like the fact that she sometimes stayed awake long after bedtime reading beneath her blanket with a flashlight.
Or that she secretly fed pieces of her vegetables to the neighbor’s dog when nobody was looking.
Or that she still slept with the stuffed wolf Avery had given her on her third birthday.
She never told anyone about those things.
Some things simply felt safer when they belonged only to her.
Now she had a much bigger secret.
And every day it became harder to carry.
It started with the letters.
The letters Markus had sent weeks ago.
The same letters her siblings refused to read.
The same letters Kai insisted should be returned.
The same letter
