Chapter 2: The Letter Beneath the Roses
The wedding was canceled before midnight.
Reporters flooded the estate, inventing stories before facts could surface.
Juliette locked herself inside her bedroom.
She kept replaying the video.
"I know Caroline."
How?
Caroline had died.
Everyone knew that.
At least...
everyone had been told she died.
As she removed her wedding shoes, something caught her attention.
A folded envelope rested inside one of the white roses decorating her room.
There was no stamp.
No signature.
Only elegant handwriting.
To My Little Sister.
Her hands trembled.
Inside was a single photograph.
It showed two girls smiling beside the Malibu retirement home.
Caroline.
Juliette.
The date on the back froze her heart.
It had been taken...
Three months after Caroline supposedly died.
Attached was another note.
You lied to the world.
But someone lied to you first.
Juliette suddenly remembered something she had buried for years.
The fire.
The screaming.
A locked door.
Not smoke.
May you like
A locked door.
Someone had kept Caroline inside.
