The Second Chance Companion

of what had happened the day before. Natalie stood in front of her apartment window, arms crossed, staring at

so many years of silence, pain, and efforts to erase his past, Alexander reappeared with enigmatic words, unsaid promis

the screen, a feeling of worry crossing her mind. It was an

e on the other end of th

, but she responded calmly, perhaps m

id, her tone colder than she would have lik

a light laugh, it was a

ack, Natalie, I'm just asking you to listen. We have a common past, a pas

e. But he was right. They had a past, a past that haunted her every

sed to be," she

r, almost too calm. "Remember what you wanted, what we wanted

e everything collapsed under the weight of secrets, betrayals. She bit her lower lip, the mem

d finally, not knowing if she

Maybe she could still escape. Maybe she could just ignore what he was telling he

iled to calm his nerves. When she finally went to Clara's house, to do some tidying up in her abandoned apartment,

aths often in this quiet neighborhood, two solitary souls seeking to avoid the

out of place. However, something was wrong. There were papers scattered across the table, documents that were neatly folded but looked like they had been left there in a hurry.

threatening: "If you don't act now,

bling slightly. Who wrote that? And who was this for? W

ptly, expecting to see a figure emerge from the shadows. But there was

o place slowly, but worryingly. Clara, the documents, this letter. Imminent danger. A danger

arter, Natalie's father. A man whose name had been associated with questionable transactions in the past. Natalie suddenly felt

wore a dark suit, his gaze sharp and professional. He s

to protect you," he said in a

oze, caugh

u ar

be your bodyguar

yet, with the events that followed one another, she understood that the situation

nally said, her tone shar

ible signal. Natalie wondered if he had ever been in situations as tense as this. Everything

ightened around her, and s