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Rain at My Door

Three years ago, Declan Mercer torched your reputation, your promotion, and the life you had carefully built — and you never got a single explanation. Tonight he is standing outside your apartment door in a downpour, fist raised to knock again, with something in his eyes that looks dangerously close to desperation. The midnight auto-lock is forty minutes away, the storm has knocked out every cab app in the city, and whatever he is holding in that soaked coat pocket is about to change everything you thought you knew.