Because sometimes people would rather live with the ache of not knowing than risk finding out the truth is worse.
Now, broken and shaking in a gala parking lot like the discarded wrapper of someone else’s feast, Simone clutched the journal to her chest and finally understood what Estelle meant.
Sometimes you have to lose everything before you’re brave enough to look for what was always yours.
That’s when she heard engines.
Low. Powerful. Coordinated.
Simone looked up.
Five black SUVs rolled into the lot in perfect formation, headlights cutting through darkness like marching orders. They surrounded her, not threatening, but… intentional.
The center SUV stopped directly in front of her.
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