22 August 2026

The morning before my sister’s wedding, our driver suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Lie down on the back seat and cover yourself with a blanket. You need to hear this.” I refused at first, but he insisted, “Trust me.” Half an hour later, I heard Takeo…

“Excuse me?”

“You need to hear something,” he said quietly. “But they can’t know you’re here.”

I laughed uneasily.

“I’m not hiding in my sister’s wedding car. That sounds ridiculous.”

Marcus didn’t smile.

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