Chapter 42: This Time, You Listen to Me

Mara's POV

At ten fifty in the morning, I pushed open the glass door of Harbor Cafe.

No rain in Seattle today; the clouds hung low and heavy.

The sea wind carried a cold, salty bite, and it set the white masts of the yachts in the harbor creaking.

Inside, warm air wrapped around me, thick with t...

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