C106 The Reckoning

The letter arrived on a Monday, three weeks after the trial ended.

Isabella found it in the mailbox, the envelope thick and cream-colored, a Parisian postmark in the corner. Her name was written in handwriting she didn't recognize, elegant, looping, feminine.

She opened it with steady hands.

Dear Isabella,

I know you don't know me. I know you have no reason to trust me