I opened it and read his handwriting from another life: Clara, Victor is stealing from the company, and I can prove it.

I’m terrified that if you marry him, he will eventually destroy your life to protect himself.

Losing your friendship breaks my heart.

But staying quiet while you walk into a trap with a dangerous man is something I cannot do.

I looked up at him.

“You were in love with me,” I said.

“Back then.

Weren’t you.”