Stella's POV
I was at my desk organizing files when Fiona approached with a worried expression. The maternal warmth she usually radiated was replaced by concern as she handed me an envelope.
"Stella, this came for you through internal mail, but it doesn't look like company correspondence," she said, her voice lower than usual.
My hands trembled as I recognized the familiar handwriting. The same feminine script that had haunted my mailbox for weeks. I tore open the envelope, my heart already racing before I read the contents.
"He's out, little Stella. Did you miss me? I told you I wouldn't stay locked up forever. Time to come home to where you belong. I know where you work now. Your love, Nathaniel."
The letter slipped from my fingers, floating to the floor like a poisonous butterfly. Fiona immediately bent to retrieve it, her face darkening as she read.
"Stella, we need to call security right now," she said firmly, already reaching for her phone.
