Back home, Selene opened the diary again, flipping to the middle where Lydia had written about the letters.


    "The third letter came today, speaking of trust and courage.


    It told me to look beyond what I see,


    To question what I believe to be true.


    But the more I try to understand, the less the world makes sense."


    Selene glanced at the pile of letters on her desk, her thoughts churning. Lydia had been in this same position, following the same breadcrumbs, and it had led her into the woods—into disappearance.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    A shiver ran down Selene’s spine. Was she destined to share the same fate?


    She spent hours studying the diary, searching for answers. A pattern began to emerge in Lydia’s entries, the dates of the letters aligning with unusual occurrences: a sudden storm, the sound of footsteps in the house, the ticking of a clock.


    It was as though the letters weren’t just messages—they were tied to events, orchestrating them.


    Selene’s heart raced as a new possibility dawned on her. What if the letters weren’t just from someone? What if they were from somewhen?