Lynda left the rented room three days after Lukas got on his plane and left the country. She packed quietly, folding her clothes one by one, almost as if the walls themselves were watching her go. The room had always been a stopgap, just a temporary hideout, but it had done what she needed. It was where she stripped everything down to the basics, just survival. Where she schemed, did the math, and waited. Where she toughened up enough to actually win. She set the keys down on the table, shut ...