(Lena's POV)They took me on a Tuesday, which feels important somehow, because nothing that changes your life forever is supposed to happen on a Tuesday.I had just locked up the back entrance of Rosario's, the bar where I had spent the last four hours cleaning spilled gin off countertops and listening to a man at table seven explain cryptocurrency to a woman who was clearly only pretending to listen, my mind already three blocks ahead at my apartment where I had leftover pasta and exactly zero obligations waiting for me.The street was empty the way late streets always are, that particular urban quiet that is not really silence but the absence of intention, cars passing at the far end of the block, a light on in an upstairs window across the road, the sound of my own footsteps keeping time against the pavement, and I was thinking about nothing, absolutely nothing, which is maybe why I did not notice the black SUV parked at the curb until one of the doors opened directly into my path
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