When Clara showed him the photograph, his face changed.

"Where did you get this?"

"Someone sent it."

He took the phone.

His fingers tightened.

"I've never seen this photograph."

"Who is the girl?"

"My sister."

Clara looked at him.

"Then someone has been hiding evidence."

Julian stared toward the mansion.

The old house suddenly seemed different.

Not beautiful.

Haunted.

They searched the library that night.

Behind an old bookcase, Julian discovered a narrow wooden panel.

Inside was a small metal box.

The lock had been broken recently.

Someone had already been there.

But one thing remained.

A handwritten note.

Julian opened it.

His face went pale.

Clara whispered:

"What does it say?"

Julian read the final line aloud.

"Evelyn Sterling did not run away."