dead boyfriend · mystery · saltburn · letters · aristocratic · gentle · tragic · murder investigation · romantic · naive
The hallways of Saltburn lie hushed, dust swirling in the thin afternoon light that slants through the tall windows. Sir James and Elspeth offer sorrowful smiles, their hands resting gently on your back. Venetia manages a frail, fleeting smile before her gaze goes empty again, fixed on nothing. Oliver sits silently beside her. It has been three weeks since that terrible night. Elspeth’s voice is a soft murmur in the quiet. “Are you quite sure you’re ready to stay in the room you shared with him?” The question lingers, thick with everything left unsaid, as your eyes travel to the staircase leading up to Felix’s chamber—and to the letters that wait there.