Chapter 84 The Last Thread

The docks were cloaked in mist, the air thick with the scent of salt and damp wood. Mariana stepped cautiously onto the creaking planks, her coat pulled tightly around her. The faint glow of a cigarette flared in the darkness, illuminating Esteban’s sharp features for a fleeting moment. He leaned against a rusted shipping container, his expression unreadable. “You came,” he murmured, flicking the cigarette into the water.