Chapter 40

I stilled.

The ink was bold, the words etched deeply, as if the writer had pressed too hard, as if she wanted to make sure that whoever found this knew. There was blood at the tip.

I gasped.

There was nothing to be done.

No hope.

No cure.

A lump formed in my throat as I stared at the words, the silence of the library pressing in around me.

She had tried.

Whoever she was, she had tried to love hi