Sleep didn’t come easy.
It came in pieces.
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I kept waking up.
Mathew’s voice.
Felix’s face.
That warning.
“Be careful who you bring into your mess.”
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By morning, I was already exhausted.
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I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection longer than usual.
There was something different in my eyes.
Not fear.
Not exactly.
But something close to it.
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“Get it together, Elena,” I muttered under my breath.
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A soft knock came at the door.
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“Ma’am?”
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Morgan.
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“Come in,” I said, stepping away from the mirror.
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She walked in carefully, like she always did—measured, quiet, observant.
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“You have a call,” she said. “It’s your lawyer.”
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That pulled me back instantly.
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“Put it through.”
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She handed me the phone.
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“Good
