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Chapter 45: Violettta

It is exactly 8:30 AM on Friday morning. The rain from the night before has left the air thick, damp, and freezing, the gray overcast sky hanging low over the city like a heavy shroud. As the tires of the car we rented at the airport comes to a smooth stop against the concrete curb, the sudden, aggressive flash of a lens reflects off the passenger side window.

They are already here. Mark’s team must have leaked the emergency docket filing to the press at midnight.

"Don't
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    Chapter 56:ViolettaThe steady rumble of thunder across the distant valley gives us exactly ten minutes of warning before the weather completely turns. The wind shifts sharply, blowing the heat of the campfire sideways and carrying the heavy, metallic scent of an approaching summer storm."The front is moving fast," Caleb says, standing up from his chair and instantly kicking dirt over the open embers to suffocate the fire. "Violetta, get the sleeping bags inside the tent before the downpour starts. I'll secure the truck tailgate."I don't move toward the tent right away. Instead, I step closer to the edge of the granite bluff, looking up as the first massive, cold drops of rain strike my face. After months of being locked inside stuffy legal offices, cramped courtrooms, and a high-security apartment building, the sudden touch of the wild mountain rain feels incredible. It feels like a physical awakening."Violetta, inside," Caleb rumbles, his heavy boots crunching over the gravel as

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    ViolettaThe air outside the truck cab is immediately cooler, a sharp, clean draft that catches my hair the second I step down onto the gravel clearing. Caleb is already at the rear of the vehicle, dropping the heavy tailgate with a sharp metallic clunk. He reaches into the bed, sliding two massive, black plastic storage crates toward the edge with a single, effortless pull of his forearms."Grab the smaller canvas bundle from the left side, Violetta," he directs, not looking up as he unlatches the lid of the first crate. "That’s the ground tarp."I walk over to the truck bed, reaching in to lift the heavy green fabric. It is rough against my palms, smelling strongly of old canvas and waterproof wax. I carry it over to the flat, grassy patch of ground Caleb selected, about ten feet back from the edge of the granite bluff."Spread it out flat," Caleb says, walking over with the main tent bag slung over his shoulder and a heavy rubber mallet balanced in his right hand. "Make sure the sm

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