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The Envelope

Auteur: Leah H
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-06 15:25:44

“Stay here,” he said.

“Not a chance.”

He didn’t argue. There wasn’t time.

The front doors stood ajar, light spilling out onto the steps in a way that made my stomach drop. My father never left doors open. Not once, not in twenty-six years.

We found Marco first — my father’s head of security, slumped against the wall of the foyer, blood soaking through his shirt from a wound in his shoulder. Alive, but barely, his breath coming in shallow, wet gasps.

“Where is he,” I demanded, dropping to my kne
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