Noah stepped into the room and crouched beside her.

—Can I?

Georgia hesitated for a second before handing him one of the letters. Noah read it in silence, his expression growing darker with each word.

—God… —he whispered.

—What?

Noah lifted his gaze.

—Jameson didn’t die in the war.

Georgia’s heart stopped.

—What are you saying?

Noah held up the letter.

—Scarlett left him. And she did it for a reason she never wrote in her novels.

The ground seemed to crumble beneath her feet. All her life, Georgia had believed in her great-grandmother’s tragic story. A love interrupted by war, an eternal mourning. But what if everything had been a lie?

—We have to read them all, —Noah said.

Georgia swallowed hard.

—Yes. But this changes everything.

Noah nodded.

—Yes. And it also changes the ending of this book.