LUCAS POVEVENING (6: PM)I was in the club room, leaning against the leather sofa, trying to ignore the chatter around me. The lights were dim, music thumping lazily in the background, and people were laughing, clinking glasses. But I wasn’t really here. My mind was somewhere else entirely, on Kiera, on her every move, every little thing she did back then we were still together.Then my phone pinged. The sound made me flinch. I fished it out of my pocket, my thumb hovering over the screen as I unlocked it. The message was from one of the workers I had asked to keep an eye on Kiera. Just one simple instruction: make sure she’s safe, make sure no one touches her.He had replied with a photo. I tapped it open, expecting something mundane, maybe a picture of her walking into the office, or just sitting in the cafeteria. But the moment the image loaded, my chest tightened so much that my grip on the phone faltered, and it slipped from my hand.I caught it just in time, but my eyes didn’t
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