Still reeling from the gruesome discovery, Kitty’s shaking hands tore open the envelope she had found slipped under her studio door that morning. The letter was typed, with no signature or return address, but the words on the page made her stomach drop. “The last painting you restored—a work of greater significance than you realize—holds a secret. Etched into the wood backing is a phrase you likely overlooked. ‘The one who sees shall uncover the truth.’ You’ve already touched history, Kitty. Now, history is reaching back.” Her breath caught. She had been meticulous with the restoration, carefully repairing the cracked varnish and flaking paint, but she hadn’t thought to inspect the wood panel itself. The painting had already been shipped to a private collector. Why hadn’t the phrase been mentioned in the provenance? And what truth was she supposed to uncover? The realization sank in like lead—someone had been watching her, and this wasn’t just about art anymore.