Chapter 11 Night Market Neon and That White Shirt

Harper's POV

April 17. Fifty-six days to the Cascade. The weight of it settled in my chest the moment I woke, same as every morning.

Yesterday, we'd emptied the Thorne estate vault. Now, and the sirens still hadn't come. Thirteen days since Julian died—body found, no suspect, no trail, nothing.

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