Chapter 14 SQUIRREL HUNT

LILIAN POV

By the time my shift at the café ended, my hands smelled like espresso and sweats.

I wiped them on my apron, clocked out, and stared at the glass door like it was the gateway to hell.

Because, in a way, it was.

The night outside was quiet, thick with mist, Streetlights buzzed like ...

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