natispilledink
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟.
Her client is dying in a cell for a crime he didn't commit, and the system has run out of doors for Adelina to knock on. So she finds the one door that isn't supposed to exist: A private gallery, a man with no name, and a debt with no ceiling.
He erases people for a living. Records, convictions, entire versions of the truth, gone, like they never happened. Adelina tells herself that's all he is to her. A means to an end, a debt she'll pay off and walk away from clean.
She's so wrong.
The first time he tells her the truth, it costs him something. The second time, it costs her more. And somewhere between the gallery and his front door, Adelina stops asking what he can do for her case, and starts asking what she's willing to become to keep him.
She knows she should walk away. Every rule she's ever lived by says so.
She doesn't.
𝐴 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐴 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠, 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜.