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The morning light in Portland didn’t filter through my apartment window so much as it bled through, gray and stubborn, casting long shadows across a living room that suddenly felt entirely too small. / Chapter 7 / 18

Chapter 7 - The Morning After the StormSunlight was pouring fully through the bedroom window when I woke up. The left side of the bed was empty, the sheets still warm where Lily had been lying only moments before.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes, a stupid, involuntary smile spreading across my face. For the first time in eight years, the weight in my chest was gone. I walked out into the kitchen, expecting to find her making coffee or putting the finishing touches on her gold-leaf painting.

Instead, the apartment was dead silent.

"Lily?" I called out, walking into the living room.

The canvas was gone. Her art supplies were packed neatly into canvas bags by the door. On the kitchen counter, right next to my coffee maker, sat a single piece of torn sketchbook paper with a hurried note written in her messy handwriting:

Ethan,

Noah called. Dad decided to drop by his place early today, and Noah needed me to help him "stage" an alibi for why I wasn't home. See you at Sunday dinner.

— L.

I stared at the note, a sudden wave of unease washing over me. Sunday dinner. With Noah. And our father, who still thought Lily was a hermit and expected her to bring a date.

Before I could even process the logistical nightmare of what Sunday was going to look like, my phone rang. It was Noah.

I swiped to answer, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Hey, man."

"Ethan, you will not believe this," Noah’s voice came through the speaker, frantic and buzzing with energy. "Lily is back home, but she’s acting completely weird. And get this—Dad just called. He’s bringing a surprise guest to Sunday dinner. Some high-rolling art collector he wants Lily to meet. He’s trying to set her up!"

My blood ran cold. "An art collector?"

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The air between us grew so dense it felt difficult to breathe. Evelyn didn't flinch at my question about hazard pay; instead, a dangerous, knowing smile touched the corners of her lips. The amber light from the harbor cut across her face,

The air between us grew so dense it felt difficult to breathe. Evelyn di...

The door clicked shut behind me as I finally retreated to Room 1218, leaving Rachel Lawson standing in Room 1216 with my face burning hotter than a June asphalt in Texas. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

The door clicked shut behind me as I finally retreated to Room 1218, lea...

The rain pelted the stone porch of the Sterling estate as Eleanor Sterling stepped out, wrapping her cashmere robe tighter against the chill.

The rain pelted the stone porch of the Sterling estate as Eleanor Sterli...

"Yeah! Some guy named Julian Vance. Apparently, he's loaded and interested in buying her entire gallery collection upfront. Lily is freaking out, and honestly, I need you at Sunday dinner as backup to keep things from going completely off the rails. You'll be there, right, bro?"

I looked back at the note on the counter, then down the hallway at the queen bed. Sunday dinner was going to be a bloodbath.

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Chapter 8 - The Art Collector’s ShadowBy Sunday evening, the tension in Noah’s living room could have easily cut through reinforced steel.
Chapter 9 - The ExplosionThe room went dead silent. Even the ambient hum of the refrigerator seemed to switch off.
Chapter 10 - The Eighth Year (The Unexpected Finale)Six months later, the rain was sheeting down against the large glass windows of Portland’s most prestigious downtown art gallery. Inside, the room was packed with critics, collectors, and flashing cameras, all gathered for the opening night of Lily’s solo exhibition—titled, simply, The Threshold.
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Chapter 13 - The AccusationLily saw them almost immediately. Her conversation with the Seattle Times critic cut off mid-sentence, her face losing its color as Noah and Julian marched purposefully through the crowd toward the center of the room.

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