His Betrayal, Her Shattered Symphony

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en under the bright fluorescent lights of the coffee shop. I knew Julian.

a latte every day, always watching me. Then a black SUV parked across t

tley pulled up to the curb, its tinted windows gleaming. Julian' s car. I

Resources were endless for him. If he wanted to find a

-a swarm of them, emerging from nowhere. They surrounded the Bentley, a ravenous cro

e in this quiet town, my refuge, was crumbling. The contrast between my past and present struck m

her frail hands trembling. She was old, with a kind heart and a severe cough that alw

lt. I had brought this to her doorste

stark contrast to the damp Oregon air. His eyes, though, were what held me. They scanned the

crophones thrust into his face, cut through the clamor. It sounded

s wide with fear. "Annie Farley?

t tight. "I don't know, M

nt, holding a sign that read "Justice for Kaylene," scream

hinks she can just disappear after ruining lives

grandfather. They dragged him i

directly on the coffee shop' s front door. He wasn't yelling

His lips barely moved, but the words were clear, even through the gl

desperate to escape. He wasn't asking. He was demanding. And I knew, with a cert