Lila’s POV
I stare down at the address in my phone, then up at the brass plaque on the building. The numbers match. The message from the search agency said to be here by six, and here I am. My chest tightens. I was told to come and listen, nothing more. Just hear what they have and go back home. I left without telling anyone. I do not want Lior finding out about my messy life.
The building looks smaller up close than it did on the map. Sunlight slides off the glass like an insult. I pause and study the entrance. This is it, I think. This is the final moment. I was waiting years for a call like this. They never called. Then the message arrived, precise and sudden. Why now?
A tug of hope pulls at me, then doubt. Maybe they will say the same thing they always say, that there are no leads,
