Eliza's POVThe town was called Port Angeles.Three hours from Seattle, tucked against the Olympic Mountains, staring out at the gray expanse of the Strait of Juan de Fuca. It was the kind of place people came to disappear—foggy mornings, quiet streets, everyone minding their own business. The kind of place where a person could start over and no one would ask questions.I'd flown into Seattle under a fake name, rented a car with cash, driven through rain that never seemed to stop. Adam wanted to come. I told him no. Chloe had been clear: alone. If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both.He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person.The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or
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