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Zara's POV

I sat on the rim of the bed; my phone felt heavy in my hand. The message from that unknown number stared at me from my screen, calling out to me. I got another one last night. It had been swirling in my insides, urging me to meet him.

*I have vital information about your past to which you must know the truth. Meet me at Café Verity at 3 PM.*

Time dragged its feet toward that hour, and with every passing minute, my anxiety grew into something more, a need to know the truth, feeling coupled with the overwhelming fear of what that truth could be. My heart pounded, thinking of what lay beyond those swinging café doors.

Mrs Adler?" Madam Tess' voice called from the hallway, drawing me from my reverie. I could hear him moving about in the living room, shuffling papers reminding me of what faced me.