Return Under a New Sky
Autore: Mira Thornvale© WebNovel
Capitolo 1: Chapter 1 – Return Under a New Sky
**Rainport International – 5:03 a.m.**
“Name?” the customs officer asked without looking up.
“Serena Shi,” she replied, her voice clipped, calm.
The officer paused. His eyes flicked to her passport, then back at her face. “Business or pleasure?”
“Custody,” Serena said, and offered a faint smile. “Business, technically.”
The stamp hit the page. With a quiet hiss, the gates opened.
Outside, the city yawned beneath a curtain of rain. Serena stepped onto the tarmac in four-inch heels and a tailored graphite suit, one hand gripping her rolling suitcase, the other a rain-spotted music box. The driver held up a sign—**Lang & Associates**.
She nodded. “To the Southside Civic Center. Family Court.”
The driver blinked. “Ma’am, it’s not open—”
“I’m not going in. Just watching it wake up.”
**Inside the Car**
Serena watched the skyline bleed into view—Rainport’s neon arteries still pulsing from the night before. She cracked the window. The city smelled the same: ozone and unresolved grudges.
A small voice stirred from the booster seat beside her.
“Are we there?” the girl mumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
“Almost, Willow.”
The girl stretched. “Is this where they said I was dead?”
“Yes,” Serena said gently. “But now they’ll hear the truth.”
Willow reached for the music box. “Can I play it?”
Serena hesitated, then nodded. The soft lullaby filled the cab—fragile notes laced with memory.
**Across the City – Grand Marina Hotel**
Julian Lu adjusted his cufflinks as the elevator climbed. His mother’s charity gala started in twenty minutes, and the press was already out front.
“CEO Lu,” said Peter, his head of security. “We intercepted chatter on the dark web. Someone just booked a Rainport penthouse under the name ‘Serena Shi.’”
Julian’s steps halted.
“That’s impossible.”
“We ran facial recognition off airport cams. Ninety-two percent match.”
Julian’s pulse ticked up. “Send me the footage.”
As the elevator doors opened, his phone pinged. The image loaded: A woman stepping through arrivals, silver suit gleaming, a girl at her side, clutching a music box.
He swayed.
“Prepare a team,” he ordered. “Don’t spook her. Just trace her.”
**Later That Night – Charity Gala**
Champagne flutes clinked. Flashbulbs popped. Julian’s keynote on sustainable AI earned polite applause.
Then the floor shifted.
A presentation screen split to reveal **Lang & Orion’s** latest joint venture—an international legal-tech initiative targeting corporate fraud. And there she was. Not on stage, but in the back, watching. Impossibly alive.
Serena.
Julian’s breath caught. He moved, weaving past guests, ignoring greetings.
But by the time he reached the corner—she was gone.
Only the soft click of a closing service door remained. And on the table beside it, the music box lay open, still playing.
**Back in the Car**
Serena slammed the door shut. Her driver glanced in the mirror.
“Ma’am?”
“Change of plans. Take us home.”
“Everything alright?”
“Nothing’s alright,” Serena said, tightening her grip on the box. “But everything’s under control.”
Willow looked up. “That man… he looked like the photo in your drawer.”
Serena stared out the window.
“He’s just someone who used to be real.”
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