Beatrice had been crying for days ever since the mysterious letter arrived.
The contents within had laid everything bare—each line detailing the events of years past, revealing, at last, the reason Garin had failed to appear on their wedding day.
And yet, it was not the truth alone that unsettled her.
It was how it had reached her.
The letter had appeared among the collection of anonymous submissions she regularly received—notes left by her workers through a small reporting system she had established.
It was a method she took pride in, allowing her staff to voice concerns, suggestions, or grievances without fear or embarrassment.
Through it, she had refined her operations, improved conditions, and gained the trust of those under her charge.
But this was no ordinary submission.
No one knew when it had been placed there.
There was no name. No signature. No indication of its sender.
