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CHAPTER 55: When the Fog Breaks.

Author: Daisy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-08 22:33:43

ALESSA’S POV

Three days.

It had been three days since I told Natasha and Michael that a new witness had reached out to me. Three days since Natasha broke down under the weight of everything we had been carrying.

And in those three days, something shifted between us.

Not loudly. Not obviously. But it was there, subtle as a heartbeat in silence.

I noticed it in the way Natasha paused longer before speaking, like every word had to pass through doubt first. In the way Michael lingered at the table, eyes fixed on invisible thoughts, long after conversation had died.

The doubt clung to the room like fog, thick and quiet, hard to shake.

We all wanted to believe this witness might lead us somewhere. But none of us dared to say it out loud.

Michael, ever the steady one, masked his anxiety beneath calm expressions and slow movements. He would not break. Not while the rest of us were already in pieces.

Natasha, on the other hand, carried tension like it was sewn into her skin. Her every breath s
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