The next morning, Lana barely slept.
The mysterious message haunted her all night.
At 10:45 a.m., she stood across the street from a small restaurant near the edge of the city.
Her heart pounded.
The address from the unknown sender led here.
She checked her phone again.
No new messages.
No explanations.
Just the address.
"Either this is a terrible idea," she muttered, "or the best one I've had all week."
Taking a deep breath, she crossed the street.
The restaurant wasn't crowded.
Only a few people occupied the tables.
Lana's eyes searched the room.
Then she froze.
Near the back window sat a young woman.
The same woman from the photo.
The girl slowly looked up.
Their eyes met.
And suddenly Lana understood.
The messages.
The photo.
Everything.
The woman stood.
"You came."
Lana's jaw tightened.
"You're the one who's been sending those messages?"
"Yes."
The answer came without hesitation.
The girl gestured toward the empty chair across from her.
"Sit down."
Lana remained standing.
"No."
The girl's expression didn't change.
"Fair enough."
An awkward silence settled between them.
Finally Lana spoke.
"Who are you?"
The woman stared at her for several seconds.
Then smiled sadly.
"My name is Sophia."
Lana had never heard the name before.
And yet somehow...
It felt familiar.
Dangerously familiar.
Sophia slowly slid a folder across the table.
Lana frowned.
"What is this?"
"Proof."
Her stomach dropped.
With trembling fingers, Lana opened it.
The first photo nearly made her stop breathing.
Leo.
Again.
But this time he wasn't with Sophia.
He was with someone else.
Another woman.
Another photo followed.
Then another.
And another.
Lana flipped through them in disbelief.
Different dates.
Different places.
Different women.
Each picture shattered another piece of her heart.
"No..."
Her voice barely existed.
Sophia looked away.
"I said you didn't know the half of it."
Lana's hands shook violently.
"This can't be real."
"I wish it wasn't."
The pain in Sophia's eyes looked genuine.
And somehow that hurt even more.
"How long?" Lana whispered.
Sophia laughed bitterly.
"Which one of us?"
Lana looked up.
Sophia's smile vanished.
"I wasn't the first."
The words hit harder than a slap.
"And apparently..." Sophia continued quietly, "I wasn't the last."
For several seconds Lana couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't speak.
Everything felt numb.
Then one question escaped her lips.
"Why are you helping me?"
Sophia hesitated.
For the first time she looked uncertain.
Then she answered.
"Because someone should have warned me too."
Silence.
Heavy.
Painful.
Real.
Lana slowly closed the folder.
The heartbreak was still there.
But now it was changing.
Transforming.
Into something colder.
Something sharper.
Anger.
Pure anger.
Suddenly her phone vibrated.
A message from Leo.
Please talk to me.
Another arrived immediately.
There's something important you don't know.
Lana stared at the screen.
Then laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because she was done crying.
Done believing.
Done being the girl who always forgave.
Without a word, she blocked his number.
Sophia watched silently.
"What are you going to do now?"
Lana looked out the window.
At the gray sky.
At the city beyond it.
At the life she thought she had.
Then she smiled.
It wasn't a happy smile.
It was the smile of someone who had finally stopped breaking.
And started rebuilding.
"Now?" Lana said softly.
"I make sure he regrets everything."
But neither of them noticed the man sitting three tables away.
Hidden behind a newspaper.
Watching.
Listening.
Waiting.
Mick lowered the paper slightly.
A dangerous smile appeared on his lips.
And for the first time...
He realized Lana was finally ready.
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To be continued...