“This isn’t my place… but maybe it’s time she knew.”

Sandra held the brown envelope with hesitation. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of what the envelope contained. The letter had been in her possession for a while. William had given it to her a week after Evelyn ended their relationship—with a clear instruction:

“Don’t give it to her… unless you feel she deserves to know everything.”

Now, with Evelyn preparing to leave Japan for her international residency program, Sandra knew the time had come.

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At the studio, Evelyn was rearranging her design collection for tomorrow’s media preview. The overhead lamp cast a soft yellow light...