Chapter 195

Talia’s POV

The pier stretched out in front of Talia continuously. Weathered wood planks, rusted metal railings, the smell of salt water and rotting fish guts. The Hudson River churned below, gray and cold in the afternoon light.

Talia walked slowly, the duffel bag cutting into her shoulder. Twenty million dollars felt heavier than she’d expected. Each step echoed in the empty space, her footsteps