Chapter 42
Chapter 42 (Eleanor’s POV)
The night air stung my face as I ran.
My legs burned. My lungs ached. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure they could hear it.
I didn’t look back.
I couldn’t.
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The men chasing me were close.
I could hear their footsteps pounding the pavement behind me.
Heavy boots. Fast breaths. Low, angry voices.
They weren’t going to stop.
And if they caught me?
I didn’t want to think about it.
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I turned sharply into a narrow alley, slipping on the wet concrete but catching myself before I fell.
The alley was dark and smelled like old trash and rainwater.
I pressed myself flat against the wall, listening.
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Footsteps rushed past the mouth of the alley.
Shouts echoed off the brick walls.
I squeezed my eyes shut, willing my breathing to slow.
Willing my body to disappear into the shadows.
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Minutes passed.
Maybe hours.
It felt like forever.
Finally, the footsteps faded away.
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I waited a little longer, just to be sure, before slipping out of the alley and back onto the street.
I pulled my hood up higher, keeping my head down as I moved.
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The city buzzed around me like nothing had happened.
Cars honking. People laughing. Music spilling from open shop doors.
Normal life.
I felt like a ghost moving through it.
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I needed somewhere safe.
Somewhere to think.
Somewhere to breathe.
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I ducked into a late-night diner a few blocks away.
It was small and mostly empty — just a few tired-looking truckers and an old couple sharing pie.
I slid into a booth in the back corner, keeping my face turned away from the windows.
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A waitress with kind eyes and a tired smile came over.
"What can I get you, hon?"
I stared at the menu without seeing it.
"Just coffee, please."
She nodded and disappeared.
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I leaned my forehead against the cool surface of the table.
Trying to calm down. Trying to think.
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They had chased me.
Really chased me.
Not just watched from a distance.
Not just sent warnings.
This was different.
This was worse.
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I had gotten too close to the truth.
And now they were panicking.
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The waitress set a chipped mug of coffee in front of me.
I wrapped my hands around it, letting the warmth seep into my cold fingers.
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I had the file.
Still tucked safely in my backpack.
Proof that Alex and I were connected.
Proof that whatever they had done to us, they had failed to completely erase it.
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But proof wasn’t enough anymore.
I needed a plan.
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I pulled out my notebook and started scribbling ideas.
Find out more about Phase III.
Find a way to warn Alex.
Stay alive.
Simple goals.
Impossible odds.
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The door to the diner creaked open.
I tensed automatically, ducking my head lower.
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A man in a dark jacket stepped inside.
He glanced around once, then made his way to the counter.
I watched him from under my lashes, heart pounding.
Was he one of them?
Or just another tired customer?
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I couldn’t tell.
And I couldn’t take the risk.
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I threw a few crumpled bills onto the table, grabbed my bag, and slipped out the back door.
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The alley behind the diner was narrow and quiet.
The perfect place to disappear.
I moved quickly, weaving through the maze of backstreets.
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My mind raced as fast as my feet.
I needed help.
Real help.
Rick had offered. Lena would too, if I asked.
But I couldn’t drag them deeper into this.
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I was alone in this.
At least for now.
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I found a quiet bench in a dark corner of a tiny park.
I sat down heavily, shivering in the cold.
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My phone buzzed.
I pulled it out, already bracing myself for another warning text.
But it wasn’t a message.
It was a news alert.
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I clicked it open without thinking.
The headline made my stomach drop.
Billionaire Alex Carter Missing Key Meeting — Rumors of Health Concerns.
I stared at the screen, heart racing.
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Missing meetings?
Alex?
That wasn’t like him.
Even in the few glimpses I remembered, Alex was always steady. Always responsible. Always controlled.
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Was he sick?
Was he hurt?
Or... was he remembering?
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A crazy, dangerous hope lit up inside me.
Maybe he was feeling it too.
Maybe he was searching too.
Maybe I wasn’t alone.
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I shoved my phone back into my pocket and stood up.
I couldn’t sit here.
I couldn’t hide anymore.
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I needed to find Alex.
Before they found me again.
Before they found him.
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I pulled my hoodie tighter around me and started walking.
No plan.
No clear destination.
Just the desperate, burning need to get to him.
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The city stretched out ahead of me.
Big. Dangerous. Full of shadows.
But somewhere out there, Alex was breathing the same air.
Maybe hurting.
Maybe remembering.
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And I would find him.
No matter what.
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Another text buzzed in my pocket.
I almost didn’t want to look.
But I did.
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It was from an unknown number again.
No words this time.
Just a picture.
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My blood went ice-cold.
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It was a photo of me.
Taken from behind.
Outside the diner.
Just a few minutes ago.
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Someone was still following me.
Watching me.
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I stumbled backward, heart hammering against my ribs.
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The street suddenly felt too open.
The night too loud.
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I had to move.
Now.
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I tightened my grip on my backpack and bolted into the darkness.
Running.
Again.
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But this time, I wasn’t just running from them.
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I was running toward him.
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Toward Alex.
Toward the truth.
Toward whatever came next.
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Even if it destroyed me.