Jessica’s breath caught in her throat as Sean’s words sank in. The quiet world of the nursery, where Alvaro’s soft breathing filled the air, suddenly felt like a fragile bubble on the verge of shattering. Her hands gripped the edge of the rocking chair, knuckles white as she tried to steady herself.
“An attack?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Who would dare?”
Sean’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “Someone bold—or desperate. Armando has enemies everywhere, Jess. You know that better than anyone.”
She swallowed hard, her gaze darting toward the crib. Alvaro slept soundly, blissfully unaware of the danger that seemed to creep closer with each passing day. Jessica rose from her chair, her steps slow but deliberate, as if trying to ground herself.
“Do you think they’
