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Olivia stood in the doorway of Carlos's guestroom, her hand lingering on the doorknob. The early morning light had not yet broken through the windows, and the room was dimly lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the blinds. She took a deep breath, steeling herself before stepping inside.

Quietly, she padded across the floor and sat gently on the edge of the bed. Carlos lay there, his breathing slow and steady, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he slept. His face, usually marked by tension and stress, looked peaceful for once, his features soft in the stillness of sleep. His thick black hair was tousled, resting across his forehead in a way that made him look almost boyish. Olivia couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him.

How did they end up here? She thought as her gaze softened. The long journey they had made, the obstacles they had faced, and the lives they had both lost to the common enemy they shared— Edgar and the woman he worked for. Fate, it seemed, had twi
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