**Deja Vu**

The rain hadn’t started, but the clouds looked like they were holding a grudge.

Valentina sat back in the seat of the sleek black car as it turned the final corner toward the building. Her arms were crossed, legs tucked neatly to the side like she wasn’t entirely committed to stepping out yet. Her phone buzzed in her lap—another message from someone asking if she was “okay” or if she’d seen the morning coverage.

She hadn’t responded to anyone, even the people she ...