Trust had always been Elena Voss’s greatest strength.
And her greatest weakness.
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The rain followed her through the city like it refused to let go.
By the time she pushed into an abandoned café, she was soaked, shaking, and barely holding herself together. The weak chime of the door echoed, then silence swallowed it.
Empty.
Dark.
Safe… maybe.
She locked the door and leaned against it, breathing hard.
The crash.
The gunfire.
Adrian.
Her chest tightened.
She barely knew him—yet he had taken a bullet for her.
That wasn’t nothing.
That wasn’t forgettable.
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Her gaze dropped to her hands.
Still stained with his blood.
“Why would you do that…” she whispered.
Only the storm answered.
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A sudden buzz cut through the silence.
Her phone.
Elena froze, then slowly pulled
