The morning the alcohol finally loosened its grip on her skull, the first thing she noticed was the scent of expensive soap on hotel sheets that were far too white to belong to her life

The attorney closed the door with a soft click.

The man looked at her not with the detachment of a stranger, but with the exhausted sorrow of someone who had been walking toward this moment for years.

“I didn’t pay for your time that night,” he said, his voice raspy and low. “I paid for your survival.”

Elena’s hands curled into fists.

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