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Ch 96: Adrian—Before She Arrives
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2025-11-30 15:35:56The knock comes without warning.
I'm halfway through closing the laptop when Elena's voice carries through the door.
"Adrian? Your neighbor saw you an hour ago. I know you're home."
The apartment listings are still visible on the screen. Robert's business card sits beside my cold coffee. I grab the laptop, snap it shut. Pocket the card.
"Just a second."
"You're stalling." I unlock the door. Pull it open.
Elena stands in the hallway wearing jeans and yesterday's exhaustion. No makeup. Hair escaping its ponytail in a way that suggests she pulled it back without looking.
She studies my face. Her expr
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