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Jude

I sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of that memory pressing down like a stone.

I hadn’t seen his face clearly then.

Just the shape of him. The eyes. That smile.

But now, after the man at the pier… after the note…

There was no doubt in my mind.

It was him.

He was there in Syria.

And he was here now.

And back then, he watched me like I was his.

Now, he wanted to prove it.

I remember how the guy gave me the creeps back then. Tyler and I were still dating, and they sent me to this horrible place when I first went to work for the CIA. I couldn’t wait to leave that place.

I told Tyler about him, and he told me to forget the creep. But the memory stayed with me for a long time. I can’t believe he came here. Is he here to kill me?