Laurel’s POV
Laurel took a deep breath, brushing invisible dust from her jeans and glancing around again. The fair was loud and colorful, but she couldn’t enjoy it.
The bright colors didn’t comfort her; they just gave her more things to keep track of. More shadows. More places for someone to hide.
She checked her watch. Twenty minutes late.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t surprised. Delays were part of this game, always had been. But lately, her patience was thinner than ever. Seven years was a long time to stay one step ahead of death. She was exhausted.
The promotion had seemed like a dream. When the company made her regional manager, she’d thought she’d finally made it, more money, a better apartment, security for Kael.
But that was before she learned what was hidden behind the polished glass windows and confidential briefings. Before she’d seen things that couldn’t be unseen.
She hadn’t meant to stumble into it. They’d just left the wrong file open, had whispered
