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“Listen. Whatever happened… it’s heavy. I can see that. But you made it through the ride. That’s not nothing. Now you contact or go to those you know truly love you. It helps.” My eyes burn. I nod once, and then beam him a smile. He reaches into the center console, pulls out a small card with his details. And hands it to me. “If the thoughts get too loud later, and you need to talk or anything. Call the number. I’ll drive you around until they quiet down again. No charge for circles.” I stare at the card. His name stood boldly imprinted on it. MOSES FREDO. “Thank you,” I manage.

The edges of the black card Cole had given me poked out against the blue denim. If he shows up... If you so much as feel a cramp... call me. The pounding didn't stop. "Sabrina! You coward! Come out here!" My hand shook uncontrollably as I reached for the card. The bold, silver digits seemed to glow in the dim light of the living room. It was a lifeline. A surrender. I looked at the door, which was shuddering under Leon’s rage. Then I looked at the card. Pride was a poor shield. Cole was right. I couldn't fight this alone.

I turned to Alyosha in irritated impatience. - I know who the girl from the store called. - Alyosh, this is no longer relevant, - I sighed either with relief, or with disappointment. - Listen! - Alyosha said firmly, connecting the imperious notes of his older brother to the intonation. He went to the table and took Arthur's business card. - Look! Alyosha took out one of the business cards and handed it to me. The glossy surface of the card contained the name of the casino and contacts of either the administration or something else, and on the other side, a telephone number was written by hand.

I honestly needed to breathe. I felt around my pockets and hit a rectangular square, Realization hit me and my lips curled upwards as I recalled that I had collected the man’s business card. I brought it out and looked over it, it was a gold business card with silver linings around it, a business number and address were engraved at the bottom and the top had the initials SA. I raced the initials with my fingers and I had to admit it was a beautiful design.

“He's just like that and likes to swear a lot. What do you need from our friend?” The man in sunglasses didn't say a word and just stared back at Clyne. He suddenly turned back to Vince and handed him a card that surprised the two of them. “If you changed your mind, please give us a call,” he said, offering a black card. Clyne and Vince still looked at each other and Clyne immediately let go of Vince and he took the card and looked at it while raising an eyebrow. Vince was about to ask more questions but the car in front of them pulled away.

The meeting with Old Pete, the confrontation with the trucker, the card in my hand. He’d been waiting for an opportunity to reach out. “Just need to clean up first,” I said softly. Marcus’s pleasant mask slipped for just a second. “I’ll wait in the car.” As he turned to leave, Ryder spoke again. “Drive safe.” The words were friendly. The threat beneath them was clear as breaking glass. I waited until Marcus was gone before looking at the card. It wasn’t a business card at all, but a playing card—the queen of hearts, with a phone number written in black ink across the face.

“He did the exact same thing with Vivian. He made her feel special too. He made her feel chosen. Look at where she ended up.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a black embossed business card. He stepped forward and held it toward me. “Take it.” I hesitated. “You don’t have to call right away.” The card remained extended. “But keep it.” I took it. “Take it with you, because I am absolutely certain that you are going to start seeing all the signs very soon. When you finally realize you are a prisoner in a cage, call me.” I glanced down at the card.

“This is my number. Memorize it. Then destroy the card. When you’re ready to help, call me.” “I’m not promising anything.” “I’m not asking for promises. Just cooperation.” He started walking away. “And Amelia? If you tell Penking about this conversation, I’ll know. And Devon will pay the price.” He disappeared into the shadows. She stood there. The card burned in her hand. A phone number. Nothing else. She memorized it. Then tore the card into pieces and dropped them in a trash can. Her phone buzzed. A text from Penking. Where are you?

“How did you get this? Do you know where he is? What is your relationship with him?” “I think you better know it through him. If you want to meet him then I’ll tell him but if you don’t then I don’t have the rights to tell you everything that happened for the past seven years.” Nymphis grabbed her purse and took out something... She turned around again and placed a black card with letters engraved with gold ink. “This is my calling card. Phone me once you change oyour mind. Nice meeting you personally, Miss Xu! I know now why he loves you so much from seven years ago until now.”

“That someone wasted their money?” Mia laughed. “Oh, come on, at least read the note!” “No…” Too late. Sophie had already spotted the card and pulled it out dramatically. She read it aloud with exaggerated flair: “For Lily.” Her jaw dropped. “Wait… he left his number?” Mia’s eyebrows shot up. “Damn, girl. Someone’s bold.” I reached for the card, but Sophie held it out of reach, her eyes narrowing like she was solving a mystery. “So… who’s Mr. Carter?”