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His confidence, his control—it was intoxicating, even though it terrified me.

I sat down at the table, staring at the envelope again, my fingers itching to open it.

Amir said it would give me answers, but a part of me was scared to know what those answers were.

What if opening it meant I was stepping deeper into something I couldn't escape?

My hand hovered over it, the paper smooth under my fingertips.

I let out a shaky breath and finally slid my finger under the seal, breaking it open.

Inside was a single sheet of paper with an address written in neat, elegant handwriting.

Below the address were four simple words: Come tomorrow at 7.

My stomach twisted as I read the words over and over again. 

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