ISAAC'S POV
The doctor left the letter on my lap before walking out, giving me the space to process whatever the hell this was.
I stared at it, my fingers numb as I traced the edges of the envelope. There was no name on the front, no sign of what it contained. But I knew.
It was from her.
I exhaled sharply and forced my hands to stay steady as I tore it open. The paper inside was smooth, crisp—far too clean for what I felt reading it.
Isaac,
I don't know how to start this, so I'll start with the truth. I won't be here when you wake up. I won't be anywhere you can find me.
My throat tightened.
If I stay, I die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But the moment Valentine Sutton realizes I'm still alive, it will be over for me. And I can't let that happen. I can't keep running when I know he'll never stop chasing me.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the letter tighter.
