Chapter 47 Shadows At The Gate

• The message lingered on Sandra’s phone screen like a bruise that refused to fade.
• You think Ethan was your last enemy? The real storm’s still coming. Watch your back.
• In the soft glow of the rooftop lights, the words had a surreal quality like a threat scribbled on the edge of a dream. But Sandra wasn’t dreaming. She had fought too hard to be standing here, and she knew the sting of real danger when she saw it.