Karma's POV I was still staring at the screen, I had not even moved my fingers when my phone buzzed again.Harlow Street. The café with the blue door. Tomorrow- 7am. Come alone.The night before the meeting was the worst part. Not because I was scared of being in danger, no— I understood danger, I had built a life around managing it. It was the waiting part that ate me up on the inside. It was that suspense that made this appointment look like the beginning of every disaster in my life.I didn't sleep, because I simply couldn't. Rather, I rehearsed everything I was going to do from the moment I walked into that cafe and somewhere in between, I dozed off.By 6:45am, I was three doors down from the café with the blue door, watching it from the inside of a black coat and a face arranged into something unbothered. Harlow Street was quiet at that hour — a baker setting out trays, a man walking a dog, just ordinary people living ordinary mornings, unaware that two doors away a woman was
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