The document arrived less than twenty minutes after Aaron's call.
Arthur had moved the small table closer to the window, while Clara sat beside him, staring at the sealed envelope Aaron had sent through a secure courier.
It was old.
The edges had yellowed, and the Delevon family crest was stamped across the front. Unlike the other Project Phoenix records, this envelope carried no official company label.
Only two words had been written across it.
For Clara.
Her fingers stopped above the envelope.
"That's my grandmother's handwriting."
Arthur looked at her.
"Are you ready?"
Clara nodded, although a strange feeling had settled in her chest.
She carefully opened it.
Inside was a handwritten letter and a small black flash drive.
Clara unfolded the letter.
The first line made her breath catch.
My dearest Clara,
If you are reading this, then the secrets I tried to bury have finally found their way back to you.
Clara swallowed.
