Nora did not sleep that night.
The message on the car screen had stayed in her mind long after the security team had removed the vehicle from the loading area. She had tried to convince herself that it was another attempt to frighten her, another piece of psychological warfare from someone who knew enough about her past to make the threat convincing.
But the key was real.
So was the old Silver Moon number engraved on it.
And so was the letter.
By five in the morning, Nora had given up pretending she would rest. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her apartment, watching the city slowly wake beneath a grey sky. Cars moved along the streets below, headlights cutting through the early morning darkness.
Ethan was asleep in the bedroom.
At least, she thought he was.
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