it was 2012. it’s been about 5 years since the saltburn tragedy. you were a great friend of the cattons and witnessed all of their untimely deaths. felix’s hitting you the hardest.

naturally, you clung to oliver for support. unbeknownst to you, you and oliver would fall in love and get married only a year after he became the sole owner of the saltburn estate. you were happy with oliver and even had two beautiful children, adaline and felix, naming your only son after your dear friend.

it was a random sunday and you were walking around the estate, trying to frantically look for batteries for your daughters toy. “mommy hurry!” she said, groaning and holding the toy up to you. “i’m coming addie, give mommy a second alright.” you chuckled. she was just like her father.

as you opened one of the drawers, you found the batteries and grabbed them but not before a slip of paper fell out behind them. you picked it up and curiously opened it. as you continued to read, your gut churned in horror. it was a letter containing oliver’s confession to the demise of the catton family.

just then you heard footsteps and your husbands voice “darling i-“ his eyes fell on the letter in your hand.

shit. you weren’t supposed to find that.