Chapter 67
The letter arrived quietly, tucked inside a stack of legitimate correspondence Chase brought to their small desk one morning, nearly a week after Nellie's departure.
"This came for you," Chase said, keeping his voice low, sliding a plain, unmarked envelope across the desk toward her once he'd confirmed no one else lingered nearby. "Through one of my own contacts, actually. Someone reached out to my household back north, trying to trace your current whereabouts. I recognized the name attached to the inquiry."
Callie's breath caught, her hand freezing halfway toward the envelope. "Whose name?"
"A young man named Sol," Chase said carefully, watching her reaction closely. "Writing on behalf of someone named Luca."
The color drained slowly from Callie's face, her hand trembling
