Alex’s POV
The letter lies on my desk, the edges crisp, the handwriting unmistakably careful. I’ve read it three times already, though I know the words by heart now. A party, a celebration of Ryan’s child, an invitation from his Luna, Amelia. She asks me to let bygones be bygones, to put aside the past, to come in peace. The paper smells like lavender, perhaps, like the writer pressed her own presence into the folds before sending it. I lean back in my chair, fingers drumming against the wood as the words roll through my mind again. Ryan. A child. A Luna who isn’t Elsa. A bitter laugh escapes before I can swallow it down. So, Ryan has moved on and really does believe Elsa is gone, dead and buried in the ocean beneath the rock where she ‘jumped’ off.
My gaze drifts across the room, catch
