CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO

NADIA

I walked into a trap!

It was a Saturday, the sun barely rising, casting a soft, golden light over the quiet street as I got ready for my early morning shift at the grocery store. The air smelled fresh and crisp, a hint of autumn intermingled with the scent of dew on the grass.

I rummaged through my small closet, shifting clothes left and right until I found my uniform shirt, its bright green logo shining like a beacon of my mundane life. Suddenly, just as I was about to slip it over my head, my phone buzzed in my pocket, startling me.

I hadn’t expected...