Halfway to the door I begin to second-guess myself. If Lord Fenwood doesn’t want to be seen or for me to know the truth about him, then that’s his business. I should leave it be. I’m about to turn around and go back to bed when I hear multiple sets of footsteps in the main hall, thundering down the stairway, and across to the other wing of the manor.
That’s when I notice the letter that’s been slid under the door to the front hall.
Cool nausea sweeps over me as I pick up the envelope. My name is written on it in Lord Fenwood’s handwriting. I flip it over and break the seal. The letter reads like it would in my worst nightmare:
To my wife, Katria,
I have business to attend to of a dangerous sort. In the event I never return to these halls, I leave everything to you: the house, all its contents, and the tidy sum hidden underneath the floorboards of the closet adjacent to my chambers. It should be enough that you can live out the rest of your days in comfort. I bequeath it all to you, wife.
And should I never return, you are a free woman and should enjoy your life as such.
Sincerely,
Lord Fenwood
The waythe letter is worded… He has no intention of returning. That much is painfully apparent.
My sisters were right. I go from cold to hot as I crumple the letter my hand. Throwing it on the ground, I grab the door handle and twist. Damn the rules. I’m getting the truth.
