Beatrice.
The text from Nathaniel came at six AM, jarring me awake from dreams of ultrasound images and men in dark suits closing in from every direction.
Meeting moved up. Today. Ten AM. Can't explain over text. Someone's listening. Come alone or don't come at all. This is your last chance for the truth.
I stared at the message, my heart already racing before my mind fully caught up. Ten AM. That was four hours from now. Four hours to figure out how to slip away from Gerald again. Four hours before I learned what Nathaniel knew about the files on my laptop.
Four hours before everything changed.
Again.
I deleted Nathaniel's message and dressed quietly, listening for sounds of Gerald moving around the apartment. Nothing. He was either still asleep or already gone on one of his early m
