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CHAPTER 1: THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED

CHAPTER 1: THE NIGHT EVERYTHING CHANGED

The bullet was never meant for Lena Carter.

She didn’t even know she was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time—because for Lena, every place felt wrong lately.

Outside Marchello’s Italian restaurant, the wind cut through Chicago like broken glass. Snow hit the pavement in sharp spirals, melting instantly against the neon lights flickering above the street.

Lena pulled her thin jacket tighter.

It didn’t help.

Nothing helped anymore.

Her phone buzzed again in her pocket—another reminder from the pharmacy:

“Prescription renewal overdue. Payment required: $487.00.”

She closed her eyes for a second.

That was more than her rent.

More than her savings.

More than she had left in the world.

Inside the restaurant, people laughed behind warm windows. Wine glasses clinked. Life continued like she didn’t exist.

She was just waiting for a delivery order—three bags of food for tips that barely covered gas.

Then it happened.

A sound she would never forget.

Not loud at first.

Just sharp.

Clean.

Final.

A gunshot cracked through the cold air.

Time didn’t slow down—it shattered.

Glass exploded behind her.

Someone screamed.

Lena turned—

Too late.

A man in a dark coat stumbled out of Marchello’s back exit. Blood spread across his chest like ink in water. His eyes locked onto hers for a fraction of a second.

Confusion.

Then something worse.

Recognition.

He fell forward.

And Lena—instinctively—reached out.

That was the moment the second bullet came.

It wasn’t aimed at her.

But she moved.

Just one step.

One wrong step.

The impact hit her shoulder like a burning hammer.

Everything went white.

Her knees collapsed into the snow.

She couldn’t feel her arm anymore.

The world was noise, screaming, running footsteps, car tires screeching away into the night.

Above her, someone knelt down.

A voice—deep, controlled, terrifyingly calm:

“Why did she move?”

Another voice answered:

“She wasn’t the target.”

Silence.

Then—

A phone vibrated in Lena’s pocket.

She shouldn’t have been able to hear it.

But she did.

The screen lit up through the blood and snow.

Unknown number.

One message.

“You just changed your brother’s fate.”

Her breath stopped.

Her brother.

Eli.

Pain exploded again—but not in her body.

In her mind.

Because Eli was sick.

Because Eli was alone at home.

Because Eli had no idea what she had just stepped into.

Footsteps faded.

The world started to disappear.

But before everything went black, Lena saw something above her.

A man standing near the restaurant entrance.

Not running.

Not panicking.

Just watching.

Black coat.

Unmoving.

As if the bullet
 had been expected.

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And then—

Darkness.

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