After a quick break and a good meal, we gathered back in the command center.
"Our next step is to prepare for a feigned attack," Carlos said, hands pressed firmly on the table, eyes blazing with intent.
"A feint?" someone asked, looking puzzled.
"We pretend to fail a few times, let them lower their guard, and then deliver the final blow?" I instantly caught onto the plan before he could elaborate.
"Exactly! Nola, you've got a sharp mind. You're a born leader!" Carlos laughed heartily.
Just then, someone interjected, "Sean's lucky to have married such an impressive woman."
My heart sank, and the urge to explain my divorce from Sean stuck in my throat.
"Uh..." I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Carlos' gaze lingered on my face for a second, his perceptive eyes catching my disc
