Chapter 10: What a Coincidence

Felix POV:

‘What the hell is he doing here? In Finland. In this exact building. In this exact elevator, on this exact floor, at this exact time.’

None of it made sense. None of it was supposed to make sense, because coincidences this precise didn't exist outside of badly written thrillers, and I refused to believe I'd somehow stumbled into one.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, this can't be happening to me right now.

The words looped in my head on repeat, fast and useless, drowning out the quiet hum of the e