The Man Beneath the StreetlightsThe text message stared back at me from the illuminated screen, casting long, distorted shadows across the dark entryway of my apartment.Open your balcony doors, Evelyn.My fingers tightened around the phone. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm born from exhaustion, public humiliation, and raw defensive instinct. For weeks, I had locked myself away from the noise, the whispers, and the cruel articles plastered across every financial tabloid.Slowly, fighting every impulse telling me to pull the curtains shut, I stood up.I walked down the dim hallway, my bare feet silent against the hardwood, and approached the sliding glass doors that led out to my tenth-floor balcony. The cool night air pressed against the glass, carrying the muffled hum of New York City traffic below.I slid the latch open. The glass parted with a heavy hiss, and the chilly autumn wind rushed in.I stepped out onto the stone patio, wrapping my arms tightly aro
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