For illustrative purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
I opened my eyes and saw a woman. She looked tired and exhausted. Her clothes hung loosely around her body, and her eyes radiated a kind of sadness that one never forgets. Her voice was quiet but determined.
“He’s not who you think he is,” she said.
Before I could answer, she pressed a folded piece of paper into my hand and quickly turned around. She disappeared like a ghost into the moving crowd.
For illustrative purposes only. | Source: Midjourney
I stood there, frozen, holding the note in my hand. My heart started pounding. When Jonathan came back with our drinks, I shoved the note into my coat pocket, smiling as always.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a worried voice.
“Yes,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just a little hot.”
That evening, when I was finally alone in our apartment, I took the paper out of my pocket and slowly unfolded it. There was no message, no warning, just one line: an address.
