Elena's POV
The morning light crept through the penthouse windows, pale and uncertain. I hadn't slept well. Vanessa's letter sat on the nightstand, folded but not forgotten. And the unknown text still burned in my mind.
"You won tonight. But winning isn't the same as peace. I know things. About what Vanessa was protecting. About what's still hidden. Meet me tomorrow if you want the full truth. – A friend."
I stared at my phone over cold coffee, the words blurring as exhaustion tugged at my eyes. Adrian was on the balcony, talking in low tones to security. Leo was still asleep, his small body curled under the covers.
Mia appeared in the kitchen doorway, her face drawn. She'd been quiet since we'd reviewed the reporter's files. Something was off—I could feel it.
"You okay?" I asked.
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