Chapter 17: The Reckoning

The invitation burned in Sophie’s hand like a matchstick—short, stark, and final:

"Meet me tonight. If you want this to end."

It had no name, no sender, just a time and a place scribbled on the back of a cocktail napkin.

11 PM. Pier 43. Alone.

She stared at it long after the sun had disappear...

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