Edaline and I had just come back from a meeting with the Council and Collective. We had discussed the situation with the phoenixs invading Havenfeild.
Afterward, we had gone to dinner.
It was a beautiful night.
Too bad. Work was calling.
I heard laughter down stairs as I ascended the stairwell to my office.
The door was cracked.
But I locked the door.
Only I am able to unlock that door, unless someone entered the emergency password.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
I ran for the door, two steps at a time.
On my desk, next to the picture of Eda, Sophie, and me, was a single folded piece of paper and a new photo.
I picked up the page and hastily unfolded it, accidentally tearing the corner. There were tear stains on it.
It read,
When I'm gone, for I know that day is coming, do not dwell on your anger. I know it's hard to ignore the burning fury in you're head, but please, for me, don't blame the Collective. It's not their fault. It's not their decision. No one knows any of the circumstances of this situation other than me. Please don't try to stop me. All I ask, when I'm gone, is that you don't forget me. But remember to let go. When I leave this earth, it'll be ok. You'll be safe. That's all I could ask for. I love you, dad. Don't lose control of your anger. For me and Mom.
Love, with all my heart, Project Moonlark.
I dropped the page, listening to the sobs of Edaline.
The photo was of Calla.
Calla?