Chapter 4

CLARA MYLES

I sat on my living room couch, holding Leo’s worn notebook in my hands. The apartment was completely silent, and my heart was beating fast as I carefully turned the first page.

The handwriting was messy, clearly written by a teenage boy. Page after page detailed the horrible abuse he suffered from his father, Richard Drake. He wrote about being locked in dark rooms, beaten for minor mistakes, and forced to train, just to inherit the family empire.

Then I reached an entry dated ten years ago, on the exact night of the rainstorm.

I couldn't take it…