I'm Not His White Rose Anymore

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This life, I personally orchestrated every single time Lorenzo Moretti and I would miss each other.

He remained in the heart of Chicago’s power, while I went to the depths of the Nevada desert.

He chased me to the desert, so I locked myself away in a secret federal facility.

As I lay dying, he knelt outside the reinforced glass of my hospital room, screaming, begging to see me one last time.

I ignored him. With my last ounce of strength, I wrote the final decryption algorithm on a whiteb