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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

The coffee tasted bitter.

Alicia sat alone on the small balcony outside her apartment, looking down at the street.

People were already leaving for work.

Cars moved slowly through the morning traffic.

Everything looked normal.

Too normal.

Her phone vibrated on the table beside her.

Another message.

She didn't open it right away.

Lately, there had been too many.

Some were only a few words long.

Others were much longer.

Questions.

Accusations.

Warnings.

At first, she had believed the messages were coming from Nina.

Now she wasn't so sure.

Alicia picked up the phone and opened the message.

Nothing new.

Just another reminder that someone wanted her attention.

She sighed and opened her contacts instead of replying.

For a moment, she thought she was imagining it.

Then she looked again.

Every blocked number had disappeared.

Not deleted.

Unblocked.

All of them.

Alicia remained perfectly still.

Nina's number.

Several old numbers she hadn't seen in years.

Even numbers she had forgotten existed.

Every one of them was active again.

Slowly, she locked the phone.

She hadn't done this.

Someone else had.

A strange feeling spread through her stomach.

It wasn't fear.

It wasn't suspicion.

She finished her coffee and stood up.

Half an hour later, she was walking to school.

The feeling stayed with her.

The children greeted her as always.

Some waved.

Others simply smiled.

One little boy ran down the hallway just to show her a drawing he had finished.

Alicia listened.

She smiled.

She asked questions.

Everything seemed normal.

And yet...

Something felt different.

She couldn't explain why.

During lunch, she turned off her phone completely.

For the first time in weeks, the silence felt good.

The afternoon passed quickly.

When the last class ended, Alicia left the school and started walking home.

Her phone stayed off until she reached the end of the street.

Then she turned it on.

Almost immediately, it rang.

Daniel.

Alicia answered.

"Hello."

"I found him."

She already knew who he meant.

"Andrew?"

"Yes."

Alicia kept walking.

"Where?"

"Amsterdam."

That surprised her.

Daniel continued.

"It took me longer than I expected."

"How long has he been there?"

"A few weeks."

Alicia nodded to herself.

It all made sense.

Daniel waited.

When she didn't reply, he spoke again.

"Is that all you're going to say?"

Alicia smiled faintly.

"I'm impressed."

This time, Daniel was silent.

"Impressed?"

"Most people stay in the same place."

"And?"

"He ran."

Daniel laughed quietly.

"I'm not sure that's a compliment."

"It wasn't."

They walked in silence for a few moments.

Finally, Daniel asked the question he had really wanted to ask.

"So what do we do now?"

He already knew the answer.

"Nothing," Alicia said.

Daniel stopped talking.

For a moment, she thought the call had disconnected.

"Nothing?" he repeated.

"He's already in another country."

"That's not the point."

"Maybe not."

Daniel sighed.

"The victim is still afraid."

Alicia looked both ways before crossing the street.

"Is the victim safe?"

"Yes."

"Then that's enough."

Daniel sounded frustrated.

"What if he comes back?"

Alicia thought about it.

Then she shrugged.

"People like Andrew always think distance solves everything."

"Does it?"

"No."

The answer came immediately.

"But until he comes back to England..."

"...he isn't our problem."

Neither of them spoke.

Then Daniel laughed.

"I never know if you're being practical or cruel."

Alicia smiled.

"Neither."

She ended the call.

Then she looked up.

Her apartment building stood on the other side of the street.

For a moment, she simply stared at it.

Something moved behind one of the windows.

Alicia stopped walking.

The curtain moved again.

And suddenly...

She knew.

Someone was inside.

She remained where she was.

Watching.

Waiting.

Nothing moved.

The window looked normal again.

Alicia crossed the street.

Her hand slipped into her pocket and wrapped around her keys.

The front door was locked.

Nothing unusual.

She unlocked it and walked inside.

The stairwell was empty.

No voices.

No footsteps.

No sounds from the upper floors.

She climbed the stairs.

The closer she got to her apartment...

...the stronger the feeling became.

Something was wrong.

She reached her door.

The lock looked untouched.

No scratches.

No damage.

Alicia inserted the key.

She unlocked the door.

And stepped inside.

The apartment was silent.

The kitchen looked exactly as she had left it.

The books were still on the shelf.

A mug sat beside the sink.

Nothing looked different.

Her phone vibrated.

Alicia looked down.

An unknown number.

A text message.

Only three words.

Turn around.

For one terrifying second, her heart seemed to stop.

The phone slipped from her fingers and hit the floor.

Slowly...

Alicia turned around.

A man was standing beside the window.

Older.

Gray hair.

Dark coat.

His hands rested calmly in his pockets.

For several long seconds, neither of them spoke.

Then the man nodded.

"Hello, Alicia."

She stared at him.

Twenty years had passed.

But she recognized him immediately.

It was her father.

"You've gotten older."

A small smile appeared on his face.

"So have you."

Alicia didn't smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've been waiting."

"Why?"

The man looked around the apartment.

"You chose a nice place."

Alicia's expression turned cold.

"Why are you here?"

His eyes returned to her.

"I spent years looking for you."

The answer didn't surprise her.

Not really.

It only confirmed what she had already suspected.

"The messages..." Alicia said.

"Some of them," Adam replied.

Alicia said nothing.

"I thought you'd answer eventually."

"You could have called," she replied.

"I did."

Alicia almost laughed.

"No."

"You blocked my number."

That was true.

The silence between them grew heavier.

Finally, Alicia spoke.

"What do you want?"

The man looked tired.

Older than she remembered.

But not weaker.

He had never lost his strength.

"You need to stop."

Alicia shook her head.

"Stop what?"

The answer came immediately.

"Trying to fix people."

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Alicia looked away.

"You came all this way just to tell me that?"

"No."

The man took a step forward.

"I came because you're doing it again."

Alicia's jaw tightened.

"Doing what?"

"The same thing you've always done."

He pointed at her.

"When you decide someone is a problem..."

"...you decide you know what's best for everyone else..."

"...and you decide you have the right to act."

Alicia let out a short, humorless laugh.

"You don't know anything about my life."

The man's expression didn't change.

"I know about the men."

The room became very quiet.

Neither of them moved.

Neither of them blinked.

Alicia's mind began working immediately.

How much did he know?

The men?

Just one or two?

All of them?

Did he know about the garages?

About Daniel?

The man continued watching her.

"I know enough."

Alicia folded her arms.

"If you know so much..."

"...why isn't the police here?"

A shadow crossed his face.

"Because I'm giving you a chance."

Alicia stared at him.

"A chance?"

"To stop before this goes any further."

She shook her head.

"You always liked making decisions for other people."

The man's expression hardened.

"And you always believed you were the smartest person in the room."

A long silence followed.

"That was always your problem, Alicia."

Neither of them spoke.

Then he continued.

"You think you're saving people."

His voice was calm.

Almost kind.

"But you're destroying yourself."

Alicia looked away.

"No."

"You still can't see it."

"I see far more than you ever did."

That answer surprised him.

Only a little.

But she noticed.

For the first time, the old confidence disappeared from his face.

Only for a second.

Then it returned.

"You sound exactly the same as you did twenty years ago."

Something cold moved through Alicia's chest.

The school.

The meetings.

Adults deciding what was best for her.

Locked doors.

Promises.

Lies.

Never again.

Then the man said something that made her shiver.

"I know about Daniel."

Alicia froze.

Not on the outside.

Inside.

Daniel.

The name echoed through her mind.

The man noticed her reaction.

That was enough.

He had his answer.

"You should never have involved him."

Alicia took a slow breath.

"What do you want?"

The man looked directly at her.

"I want you to stop."

"And if I don't?"

His answer came immediately.

"Then this will end the same way it did before."

The room suddenly felt smaller.

For one moment, she was fourteen again.

Powerless.

Trapped.

Watched.

No.

Never again.

The man walked toward the door.

"You still have time."

Alicia watched him.

"Time for what?"

He stopped.

"To make the right choice."

Then he opened the door.

And left.

Alicia remained completely still.

Listening.

The footsteps.

The stairs.

The front door.

Silence.

He was gone.

Only then did she move.

Her phone was still on the floor.

Her handbag was still on the kitchen table.

Her keys.

Her wallet.

Everything was exactly where she had left it.

Alicia stared at the room.

Then she picked up her phone and dialed.

Daniel answered after two rings.

"What happened?"

"You have twenty-four hours."

Silence.

Then—

"Alicia?"

"Listen carefully."

Her voice remained calm.

Too calm.

"Destroy everything."

"What?"

"The notes."

"The records."

"The documents."

"Anything connected to me."

Daniel fell silent.

"What happened?"

Alicia closed her eyes.

"My father found me."

The silence that followed lasted several long seconds.

When Daniel finally spoke, his voice sounded different.

Older.

More serious.

"How much does he know?"

"I don't know."

"Alicia..."

"I don't know."

The words came out more sharply than she intended.

She forced herself to breathe.

"He knows about the men."

Daniel swore quietly.

"He mentioned you."

Another silence.

Then—

"The garages?"

"I don't know."

"The police?"

"I don't know."

"Did he threaten you?"

Alicia thought about it.

"No."

The answer surprised even her.

"No?"

"He didn't have to."

Daniel understood immediately.

Neither of them spoke.

Finally, he asked,

"When are you leaving?"

"Tonight."

"Alicia!"

"Twenty-four hours."

She looked around the apartment.

The photographs.

The books.

The furniture.

A life she had built over many years.

And suddenly...

None of it mattered.

"You need to disappear too."

The words came out before she could stop them.

Daniel stayed silent.

"What?"

"He knows your name."

"Alicia..."

"I'm serious."

She had never sounded so serious.

"If he found me..."

"...he can find you too."

Another long silence.

Finally—

"All right."

"I understand."

"No."

"You don't."

Her voice softened.

"You never will."

The call ended.

No goodbye.

No apology.

No explanation.

There wasn't time.

An hour later, she was driving toward the garages.

The evening sky was already growing darker.

She opened the last garage.

Stepped inside.

And stood there for a moment.

Everything was exactly where she had left it.

The shelves.

The boxes.

The tools.

Years of secrets.

Slowly, she walked to an old metal cabinet in the corner.

She unlocked it.

Inside was a black travel bag.

A second phone.

A second wallet.

Cash.

Documents.

A passport.

Several changes of clothes.

Everything carefully prepared.

Everything waiting.

Alicia stared at the bag.

She had packed it years ago.

Hoping she would never have to use it.

But she had never thrown it away.

Because part of her had always known.

One day...

She might have to disappear.

She picked up the bag.

Closed the cabinet.

And locked it for the last time.

Then she looked around the garage.

For years, this place had been part of her life.

Part of her secret.

Now she was leaving it behind.

Perhaps forever.

By the time she returned to her apartment building, night had fallen.

The lights upstairs were still on.

Alicia stopped across the street.

Watching.

Thinking.

Waiting.

No.

She wasn't going back.

Not that night.

Maybe never again.

A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Alicia?"

Mrs. Parker stood nearby, carrying two shopping bags.

Alicia smiled.

A real smile this time.

"Hello."

Mrs. Parker looked surprised.

"I thought you were going upstairs."

Alicia looked at the building.

Then back at her neighbor.

Slowly, she took off her coat.

"Could you keep this for me, please?"

Mrs. Parker blinked.

"The coat?"

"Just for a little while."

The older woman accepted it.

"Of course."

Alicia handed it to her.

For a moment, neither woman spoke.

Then Mrs. Parker smiled.

"See you tomorrow."

Alicia looked at her.

And for the first time that day...

She lied.

"Yes."

Mrs. Parker waved and walked away.

Alicia remained where she was, watching her disappear around the corner.

Then she picked up the travel bag.

Turned away from the building.

And walked into the night.

She never looked back.