After the StormThe rain hadn’t stopped—just softened to a drizzle that streaked the café’s glass in thin, nervous lines. The scent of espresso clung to the air, thick with tension. The night bled straight from the chaos of Chapter 60: the USB drive blinking on the counter like a pulse, receipts scattered, hearts still racing.Celine stood behind the counter, her hands trembling as she tried to piece together what she’d just seen. The café still looked the same—warm lights, the faint hum of the refrigerator—but something inside it had cracked. Something inside her had, too.Liam stood near the door, damp from the rain. “You sure you want to do this here?”“She’s not leaving until I get answers.” Her voice broke on the last word.At the center table, Marites sat with her apron folded neatly on her lap. The calm in her face wasn’t guilt—it was control. That same eerie steadiness she’d always worn when the world was burning around her.“Why, Marites?” Celine asked quietly. “You were the
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