Eighty two

Kamille's POV

I stepped out of the car, glancing around for any sign of the lawyer. The park was quiet, the surrounding buildings casting long shadows in the fading afternoon light. I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the area.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Zeke asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he joined me on the sidewalk.

"Yes, this is the address the lawyer gave me," I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "The mail was sent to my house, just like he said it would be."

We waited in silence, the minutes stretching into what felt like an eternity. I checked my phone, hoping for some sign, some indication that we were in the right place. But there was nothing.

Just then, my phone buzzed. I looked down to see a new message. My heart skipped a beat as I read it:

Your mail was intercepted.

This is the real venue,

1457 Lexington Avenue, Lusborg.

I showed the message to Zeke, my hands trembling slightly. "They intercepted the mai