PART 2: The heavy mahogany doors of the venue swung shut behind me
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PART 2
The heavy mahogany doors of the venue swung shut behind me, cutting off the sudden, suffocating wave of whispers that had erupted in the hall.
Outside, the Delaware night air was crisp and biting. I stood on the pristine gravel driveway of the estate, shivering as the cold wind hit my soaked, ruined navy-blue suit. The foul stench of rotten coffee grounds, sour grease, and fermented garbage clung to my skin, dripping steadily onto the ground.
I walked toward the far corner of the parking lot, where my old, faded sedan was parked beneath the shadow of a sprawling oak tree—hidden away, just like Sophie had wanted. My hands trembled as I unlocked the door. I didn’t even care about ruining the fabric of the driver’s seat. I just needed to get away. I turned the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered, coughing twice before finally roaring to life with a low, reassuring rumble.
