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I say, “She knows she’s being watched. That’s why she’s playing tough." He snorts, but the snake’s limpness does look performed. Maybe she’s as bored by this place as I am. I see her breathing, the flutter of her side against the warm sand, almost like she’s laughing at us. Parker tries to meet my eyes. “You from the city?" I nod. “Yeah, I just moved back with my mom.” He raises his eyebrows, “Did you… ever see, like, shootings?” I shrug. “Mostly on TV.”

Since the day I buried my mother, I decided I didn’t want the ghost of that oppressive and dangerous life hanging over me anymore. Amaya didn’t know who I really was. And yet… she kept choosing to be here. With me. Around me. Even now. I was a shadow with a stolen name; she was sunlight with a protest sign and a sketchbook full of hope. And still, she showed up. Even after the strange men. The tension. The silence, I didn’t know how to explain. She came to the park, found me, sat beside me, and didn’t run when she saw the cracks.

It was the same look she gave me when I was a little tipsy and considering going home with a guy. “It was the park,” I insisted. “It wasn’t that bad.” “What’s this guy’s name?” she asked, pulling her phone from the back pocket of her skinny jeans. “Xander Holland,” I told her. I should have Googled him. I didn’t even think to do it. I really needed to get with the times and learn how to internet stalk better. I waited while she typed in the name. Her brows shot up. “Not bad,” she murmured. “Not bad at all.”

I stood at the island, cup in hand, and calculated how I could use fifteen minutes before approaching Chase. I danced with Sadie and her friends. I did a shot with Tyler, who told me a long, slurred story about a fish he’d caught in July that I responded to with exactly the right amount of fascination. I let DuPont introduce me to his girlfriend, a leggy brunette from Connecticut named Parker who had the handshake of someone taught to firm-grip at age four and the eyes of someone cataloguing threats. Parker didn’t like me.

Satan should be back soon. She got up to turn off all the lights in the room, browsing makeup tutorial courses while waiting for him to return. After a while, she found herself distracted, unable to focus on anything. She had spent the day searching for Mr. Satan's true identity using his license plate number, and her mind was in turmoil. She decided to quit the course and directly search for Allen Parker's information. There wasn't much information about Allen Parker online, mostly just financial news. It was clear that Allen Parker was a savvy businessman, with a keen sense of smell, and many celebrities almost all came from his company.

"Sorry before, isn't it Nicole Parker has died since four years ago. But why hasn't a single family asked about her whereabouts? As far as I know, until she was buried, none of her family came to look for her." Jihoo deliberately digs deeper into Nicole Parker's family background because she and Caroline have always thought of Nicole as a single woman without a family. No one had come looking for Nicole or Aleyna in four years. And he was very curious why now the woman named Jessica was suddenly looking for her.

she just told me to reflect myself. "Sorry, I just.. you know-" "Shocked? You're shocked because of the Jacob and Athena's announcement?" Huh? "What?" I asked her a little bit shocked to know that she knows. "No." I lied. "Suit yourself but I'm done with you." She said and then she walked out from the door. I turned my chair around facing the glass to see the view of New York. I'm starting to miss London. "Xander Redent!" I turned my chair back and saw Parker walking in. He smiled widely and then he clapped his hands.

’’ Reed smiled. ‘’Thank you.’’ Kara said shyly. ‘’I have a feeling that i’ve met you somewhere before but i can’t quite place it. Where are you from?’’ he asked. Kara took some time to answer. It was all a part of her plan, the waiting before the final reply was all a part of the grand scheme of things. ‘’You really have no idea.’’ she said, finally. ******************* "What? Who exactly is this lady?" Parker asked.

A huge grin appears on my face as the memories flowed back. In the end, I found her. And she’ll be mine. If only Vivienne could see it. What an irony.

Somewhere across the river, in a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights she did not yet have the address of, a man she had met once was finishing the eighteenth page of a confession she did not yet know existed, with four days left on a clock she did not know was running. Elena Park did not know any of that. She knew only that she had, at last, found the door. She intended to walk through it.