159. THE TRIGGER

LAYLA || THEN

The woman’s face.

That’s what did it.

Not the shoelace. Not the café. Not even Kade.

Just her face.

That face was never meant to be a key, but it had been imprinted like a brand somewhere deep inside Layla—buried in the folds of her young brain.

Her memories came as fragments—fract...

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