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The call dropped, the silence in the hotel room suddenly deafening after Misa’s frantic words.
We had just stepped off the plane, the humidity clinging to us like a second skin, the promise of a few days of respite before heading back to New York hanging in the air.
“What’s wrong?” I’d asked, my gut twisting with a sudden premonition.
“Leila… the estate was raided. She was taken. Everything’s shattered.” I said to Gerald while he came around where I stood, looking at me like he had just seen a ghost but that was barely a problem as my eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed with a white-hot fury that threatened to consume me.
“They f*****g took her?” I slammed my fist into the wall, again and again, the drywall cracking under the force of my rage.
We were in a goddam
