Past Promises

Начало книги

Linda Fletcher stared at the creamy vellum envelope with the dark black script printed on the front. It looked so innocent lying there on the top of her oak desk. But she knew that looks could be deceiving.

She’d hoped the move to Jamesville, Maine, would stop the letters from coming, but they’d followed her from Vermont. There was no doubt in her mind that they wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

She recognized the logo of the prominent law firm printed in the upper left-hand corner—Fletcher, Fletcher and Dyson. Her great-great-great-grandfather had founded the law firm more than a hundred years ago. The two current Fletchers involved in the firm were her father and her brother. She had no idea which of them had sent this letter and she wasn’t certain she wanted to know.

“It’s just a piece of paper,” she assured herself. She ignored the burning sensation in her gut, absently rubbing her stomach with her hand as she continued to stare at the letter.

Читать дальше →