The move out of Sweden

I sat at the small kitchen table, my hands trembling as I unfolded the plain envelope. This had to be the…

I felt like I had lost count already.

The message inside was short and chilling: 

"Stay away from Marion. Stop digging into things you are not meant to. Or else…" 

My heart pounded and my breath caught in my throat and I almost laughed. This was new but I couldn't take it lightly.

  I had hoped the threats would fade into nothingness, but now they had grown bolder, more personal. 

I knew I had to tell Marion.

I left the table and hurried into the living room where Marion was pacing by the window. 

The evening light slanted through the glass, casting long shadows on the floor. 

When he saw me, his eyes softened with worry on seeing my expression. "Selena, come sit with me," he said, motioning to the worn sofa in front of him.