Eixample – 10:30 AM
The woman in the doorway didn’t step inside. She just stood there, her eyes locked on Alex as if she were weighing him, studying every inch of him with a gaze that felt like a scalpel.
He stood up slowly, brushing dust off his coat, trying to gather himself. He wasn’t used to surprises. At least, not ones that involved strangers showin…
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