CHAPTER 85

ERASING EVERY TRACE OF BEING INVOLVED

Richard walked toward the stairs, but he stopped when he reached the first step, and his hand slowly tightened on the cold iron rail.

‘The harbor district.’

A day ago, in the cafe, he saw something similar to that address printed on the front of Flora's folder when she was packing the documents into her bag.

He shook his head without turning back and continued to descend the stairs, one step at a time, while the sound of his shoes grew smaller and smaller in the dark.

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Flora was standing in front of the long mirror, fixing the collar of her...