Chapter 13 - Years Later, the Gray Sedan Returned—But This Time I Wasn't the Little Girl Who Was AfraidTen years passed.
I was seventeen.
Vincent was no longer involved in the criminal world.
He had turned his organization into a legitimate security company.
My father worked with him.
My mother became a hospital administrator.
Our lives became ordinary.
Almost.
One rainy afternoon, I saw the gray sedan.
Same faded paint.
Same yellow headlight.
Same scrape.
My heart stopped.
I called Vincent.
He answered immediately.
“What happened?”
“It's back.”
Silence.
“Where?”
I gave him the location.
“Stay inside.”
I did.
The sedan parked.
A man stepped out.
He wasn't the same driver.
He was younger.
He walked toward me.
Then he smiled.
“You're Leora.”
I stepped backward.
“How do you know?”
“Your grandfather told me.”
My hands shook.
But I didn't panic.
I called the police.
Then Vincent.
Then my father.
The man ran.
But the police caught him.
Inside his car, they found photographs.
Of me.
Of my parents.
Of Vincent.
And one old photograph.
Arthur.
Victor.
Daniel.
All connected.
The threat had never completely disappeared.
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It had only gone quiet.
But this time, I wasn't alone.
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