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CHAPTER 36: Navy Pier

Autor: Eleanor Vance
last update Última atualização: 2026-01-05 19:46:45
**JACKSON**

One forty-seven PM. Navy Pier was packed.

Tourists with cameras. Kids with ice cream. Families laughing like the world was simple.

We stood by the entrance. Me, Sloane, Peter. Waiting.

"You sure about this?" Peter asked.

"No. But we're doing it anyway."

Sloane's hand was tight in mine. Her palm slick with sweat.

"He's late," she said.

"Probably a power move."

"Or he's not coming."

"He's coming."

I scanned the crowd. Looking for a face I'd tried to forget.

Two oh-three. He
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