GwenThe following morning arrived beneath a sky the color of wet steel. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph. The message written on the back. And behind all of it lingered a question that refused to leave me alone. Who had been watching that day? Not because of curiosity. Because of what it represented.For years I had believed my life in Essexville began with Mason Burkely. It was a lie, of course, but it was a lie I had once accepted completely. Then my memories returned and I learned about Kai, about Camilla, about the manipulation that had stolen half a decade from me.Now another possibility had emerged. Perhaps there had always been more people involved than any of us realized. Perhaps the story I thought I understood was only the outer layer of something much larger. The thought stayed with me throughout breakfast.The villa felt different that morning because everyone was alert. Security personnel moved through the grounds more frequently than us
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