VICTORIAI didn't try to sleep that night. There wasn't any point.I worked until midnight, going through case files, checking every detail, making sure I hadn't missed anything. Then I put everything down, showered, changed into clean clothes, and sat by the window with a glass of wine I poured and barely touched.The city looked normal at this hour. Moving. Lit up. Loud in some places and quiet in others. I had spent a lot of late nights looking at it over the past two years and I had stopped trying to find something comforting in it. It was just the city. It didn't care about me and I didn't need it to.I thought about the woman I had been four years ago.She had worn long sleeves in summer. She had apologized for things that weren't her fault. She had stood in a restaurant in a dress she'd spent too long picking out, holding a card she'd spent too long writing, waiting for a man who had been planning to leave her the whole time.She had believed, right up until the moment she coul
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