Chapter 3 - Sarah Confronts the Ghost of Her Past Life
Sarah stepped backward into the apartment, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths of absolute disbelief.
“He sent you here? After three years of complete silence, he sends his right-hand man to my front door?” she whispered fiercely.
“He was shot three days ago on Mulberry Street, Sarah,” Vincent stated bluntly, cutting through her anger with harsh reality.
The coffee mug slipped from Sarah’s trembling fingers, shattering loudly against the tiled entryway with a spray of brown liquid.
She didn't look down at the broken ceramic; her wide, terrified eyes remained fixed on Vincent’s weather-beaten face.
“Shot?” she repeated, the word tasting like ash on her tongue as the shock rippled through her entire body.
“Dimitri Volkov’s enforcers ambushed him outside a restaurant,” Vincent explained, stepping inside and closing the door softly.
“Is... is he dead?” Sarah asked, her voice cracking with a complicated mix of dread and lingering, buried grief.
“He survived, but the doctors found something else during emergency surgery,” Vincent said, pausing heavily before continuing.
“A severe heart condition. The kind that doesn't give warnings before it stops completely.”
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Sarah grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter for support, the room spinning as the ghost of her past collided with the present.
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