Chapter 96 Room 1503 Where Truth Bleeds

Maria stepped out of the biting autumn air and into the Drake Hotel's lobby, the weight of her three identities settling heavier than her winter coat. Today, she had chosen a sharp black pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a crisp white blouse that offered a stark contrast—a sort of armor for the battlefield of words she was about to enter. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step a reminder of her resolve to stand firm, ready to do battle against shadows that threatened to engulf her.