[PART 2] The footsteps came slowly through the garbage yard, crunching over broken glass, wet paper, and frozen gravel. Elena crouched behind the rusted dumpster, her knees pressed into the filthy ground, one hand still wrapped around the rope she had been trying to loosen. Her breath came in shallow bursts. She could smell the…
[PART 2] Matteo did not look like a man arriving late to a gala. He looked like a man walking into a room that had just confessed to him. The ballroom remained frozen beneath the chandeliers, all glass, gold, and cowardice. The string quartet stood near the far wall with bows lowered, their polished instruments…
[PART 2] Charlotte’s breath shook first. It was small, almost invisible, but Adrian saw it because he had spent his life studying fear in people who believed they were too rich to show it. Her shoulders stiffened. Her eyes flicked from Maeve’s stained blouse to Adrian’s cracked glass, then to Luca Moretti standing by the…
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