—Here. These blank spaces. It’s like she was avoiding certain words. And in her personal notes, there are constant mentions of one name: Jameson .

The name hit Georgia like a punch to the gut.

—Jameson was her first love.

Noah studied her with interest.

—And what happened to him?

Georgia pressed her lips together.

—He died in the war.

That night, Georgia rummaged through the attic, searching for something that could give her answers. Noah was right: Scarlett hadn’t finished the book for a reason. But what was it?

Among dusty boxes, she found a wooden trunk with engraved initials: S.S. . Inside, yellowed letters, tied together with a blue silk ribbon.

Scarlett’s handwriting.

With trembling fingers, she untied the ribbon and opened the first letter.

"My dearest Jameson, This is not our ending. My heart will always follow you, no matter where you are..."

The words tightened a knot in her throat.

—What did you find?

Georgia turned her head. Noah stood in the doorway, barefoot, his hair disheveled.

—Letters. From Scarlett to Jameson.