~Ryan I didn’t bother calling ahead, I know she won't pick.By the time I pulled up in front of Elara’s house, the sun was already starting to drop. The place was quieter than the Valecrest mansion, smaller, neater, the kind of home that felt lived in rather than displayed.I parked the Cybertruck and stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as I walked up the short path to the front door. I knocked once, firm and clear.For a moment there was silence.Then the door opened.It wasn’t Elara.A woman in her late forties stood there, elegant even in simple clothes, with the same sharp eyes I had seen on Elara. She studied me for a second before recognition settled on her face.“Ryan Valecrest,” she said evenly.“Mrs. Lockwood I presume,” I replied with a polite nod.She didn’t step aside immediately. Instead, she kept one hand on the door, clearly assessing me.“Elara isn’t home yet,” she said. “Is there something you need?”“I came to speak with her,” I answered. “But if she’s not
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