The moment Chloe ended the call with Daisy, sleep completely abandoned her. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her apartment, staring at the faint orange glow beginning to paint the horizon. The city was waking up, but her mind remained trapped in a memory she had not known existed until now. For years, there had been gaps. Missing fragments. Moments she could never explain. Ever since she regained consciousness after being rescued from Theodore's trafficking ring, her memories had been like a shattered mirror. Some pieces remained intact while others had disappeared completely. Rivero had always told her not to force it. The doctors had warned her against it. But now, one of those missing pieces had surfaced. A little girl. A birthday party. Gunshots. A dead bodyguard. And a boy.
