The photograph arrived on the eleventh day, forwarded through three layers of anonymization designed to make the sender untraceable — and it very nearly worked, if Damon hadn't spent twelve years learning to trace exactly this kind of digital fingerprint.
The image itself was simple enough: Wren and Damon in the driveway of Fenwick Lodge, hands intertwined, snow falling around them. Attached to it, a message with no pretense left in it at all.
Every story begins with a single idea, and your support helps me turn those ideas into books. Your contributions go toward writing, editing, cover design, and bringing new stories to life. Whether you're here to read, cheer me on, or support my work, thank you for believing in my journey. Every bit of encouragement means more than you know. 📚🖤
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