Elara picked up the letter.
The paper inside felt thin and dangerously familiar.
She did not open it.
A car horn sounded outside.
She placed the letter on the desk and went to the window.
A silver sports car waited near the entrance to the residential road.
Her stomach tightened.
“That cannot be him.”
The car moved forward.
Elara grabbed her coat and suitcase, determined to leave before she invented another reason to stand at the window.
She dragged the suitcase through the front door and hurried toward the gate.
Her phone vibrated again.
Daphne: We are not waiting all night.
Elara typed while walking.
I know where you are.
Daphne’s reply arrived immediately.
Colette told you?
She smiled at the screen and stepped into the road.
Brakes sounded.
Elara jerked backward.
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