Genevieve’s bare feet padded softly across the hardwood floor as the persistent knock echoed for the third time. It wasn’t the mailman. Not this late. Not when the city outside her apartment simmered with the weight of dusk, swallowing the last rays of sun in a stormy haze. She tightened the silk belt around her robe, heart already hammering against her ribs.
She opened the door.
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