I thought spending one night in a castle would give my ten-year-old daughter something beautiful to hold onto after months of bad news. Instead, she had quietly planned something for me. By morning, I understood that loving her meant more than protecting her from fear.
The knock came exactly at midnight.
I knew because I’d been staring at the glowing numbers on the bedside clock instead of sleeping.
12:00.
Then three sharp knocks hit the heavy wooden door.
Beside me, Avery pushed herself upright beneath the enormous comforter.
“Mom?”
The knock came exactly at midnight.
Another knock came.
“Who would knock this late?”
“I don’t know.”
That answer felt strange coming out of my mouth.
For nearly two years, I’d built my entire life around having answers for my daughter.
“Who would knock this late?”
I crossed the room and opened the door.
Dylan, the castle manager who’d checked us in that afternoon, stood in the hallway holding a sealed envelope.
My name was handwritten across the front.
Leila.
Nothing else.
“Ma’am, I was told to give you this only after midnight.”
My name was handwritten.
I didn’t take it.
“By who?”
“I wasn’t told who wrote it. Just instructions for tonight.”
Behind me, Avery called, “Mom, take it.”
Dylan gave me a small, apologetic smile.
“I wish I knew more.”
“Mom, take it.”
I finally took the envelope.
He walked away.
I shut the door and stared at my name.
“Open it,” Avery said.
Her voice was too eager.
I looked at her.
I finally took the envelope.
She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
That should’ve warned me.
Instead, I slid my finger beneath the seal.
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