The rain came down in sheets that night, the kind that turned New York City into a blurred watercolor of neon lights and wet asphalt. Elena Marquez stood under the awning of the old brick building on 47th Street, clutching her coat tighter against the chill that had nothing to do with the weather. Inside the bar behind her, the music still thumped faintly, some sultry jazz remix that had felt perfect an hour ago when she'd let herself laugh too loud, drink too much, and pretend the world wasn't falling apart.She shouldn't have come here. She knew that now. But grief had a way of making bad decisions feel like the only ones left.Her mother had died three weeks earlier. Cancer, quick and merciless in the end. The hospital bills were still arriving like cruel postcards from a life Elena could no longer afford. The apartment lease was up in thirty days, and her savings, meager to begin with, had vanished into funeral costs and final medications. She'd sold everything she could: the silv
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