Chapter 83 The Letter's Truth

• The echoes of gunfire still rang in Clara’s ears as she sprinted through the dimly lit parking garage, her breath ragged. The letter burned in her grip, her pulse hammering as she weaved through the maze of parked cars. Behind her, the sound of heavy boots scraping against concrete told her the shooter was close, too close.
• She darted around a pillar, pressing her back against the cold surface. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her worst fear. A dark figure moved with calculated precision, the silhouette of a gun visible beneath the flickering fluorescent lights.
• Clara swallowed down the panic clawing at her throat. She couldn't die here, not now, not before she knew the truth.