After Ricardo left, I stood by the window, watching the taillights of his car vanish into the night as I turned his business card over in my hands. Outside, moonlight shimmered on the surface of the lake—a scene that should have been peaceful, yet felt strangely ominous, as if hiding turbulence beneath the surface.
I washed up, climbed into bed, and fell into a calm sleep.
In the small hours of the morning, when the world was deathly quiet, a sudden noise outside caused me to bolt upright.
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