“This is stunning.” Whoever drew the gazebo thought of every detail. From the roses carved into the fret spindles to the intricate posts meant to support the roof, it’s a work of art. The artist behind the drawing created a vision, with a view of Lake Wisteria predating Town Square, Main Street, and all the mansions lining the beach. I lean in closer to get a better look at the illegible scribble at the bottom of the page. A shadow catches my eye, and I flip the paper over. “Oh my God.” “What?” Julian’s hot breath hits my neck, making me shiver. “It’s a letter.” I fight back a squeal.
