Episode 22
The evening was cool and quiet when Lucas finally called Marilyn. She nearly dropped her phone when his name lit up the screen. Her hands trembled as she swiped to answer, her voice caught between hope and exhaustion. “Lucas?” “Meet me,” he said, his tone steady, carrying a weight she couldn’t quite read. “Tonight. I’ll send the car.” Before she could respond, the line clicked dead. Her pulse raced. After two days of silence, two days of rumors and cruel headlines, this was either the end—or the beginning. --- The car stopped at the edge of the botanical gardens, their iron gates opened under soft lamplight. Marilyn stepped out, her breath catching at the sight before her. The garden was transformed—pathways lit with hundreds of candles, petals scattered like confetti, and a string
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