The morning light filtered through Mira’s curtains like a hesitant intruder, casting golden stripes across the living room floor. I woke with a start, my heart pounding as fragments of nightmares clung to me—Aurelio’s lifeless eyes, Zayden’s gun smoking in his hand, blood seeping into every crevice of my thoughts. The apartment was quiet, except for the soft clink of dishes from the kitchen. Mira was already up, humming a tune as she prepared breakfast. The smell of coffee and toast wafted in, a stark contrast to the chaos in my head.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, my body stiff from the couch. My phone, retrieved from under the cushion, showed twenty-seven missed calls from Zayden, a barrage of texts pleading for me to respond, to come back, to let him explain. Each one twisted the knife deeper. How could he explain murder? How could I ever look at him without seeing death?Mira poked her head out of the kitchen, her smile bright but cautious. “Morning, sleepyhead. Eggs and bacon sound g
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