To the Sinclair Sisters
A chill crept up my spine.
"He knew we'd find it."
Thomas answered quietly.
"No."
"He wanted you to."
Ward looked at me.
"It's your family's decision."
I nodded.
"Open it."
Ward carefully removed the letter from the evidence bag and unfolded the heavy stationery.
His jaw tightened as he began to read.
Then he stopped.
"What?"
I asked.
He handed it to me.
"You should."
I took a steadying breath.
The handwriting was beautiful.
Elegant.
Almost refined.
It wasn't the handwriting of a monster.
It made the words even more terrifying.
Miss Storm Sinclair,
You and your sisters have inherited your grandfather's stubbornness.
I warned James Sinclair many times to leave the past where it belonged.
He chose not to listen.
Now you have chosen the same path.
You believe today was a victory.
It was merely an introduction.