The photograph had slipped under Maya's door sometime during the night. She found it when she stumbled out of bed at dawn, her bare foot landing on the glossy surface with a soft crunch. When she picked it up, her hands began to shake so violently that she nearly dropped it.It was a picture of her. From yesterday. Standing on the front porch of the Tidewater Inn, coffee cup in hand, looking out at the ocean. Someone had been watching her. Someone had been close enough to capture the uncertain smile on her face as she'd breathed in the salt air and thought, for just a moment, that maybe she could make this work.On the back, written in handwriting that made her stomach drop: Found you.Maya's knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, the photograph clutched against her chest. He'd found her. After everything—the careful planning, the cash-only transactions, the new city, the three hundred miles—he'd found her. The walls of the inn suddenly felt paper-thin, the locked doors meaningless
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