[Third Person]
Julie hastily packed her bags in her suite, her hands shaking as she shoved clothes into her suitcase. She knew she needed to be fast. The excitement of her beach getaway had been abruptly shattered by the chilling presence of Scar. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him? The man she had been running from, the only man who knew her secret of her husband's death.
"No, no, no," she muttered to herself, her mind racing. "This can't be happening." She had spent years evading him, running from Seattle and now she's in a far place she never expected to cross paths with him. But now, here he was, in Puerto Rico. She zipped up her suitcase and hurried out of the suite, not even glancing back to see if she had forgotten anything. She couldn't afford to care.
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