Rafael had no idea how deep Lorenzo’s grip had once been. And now, he was crawling back, uninvited, unhinged, and relentless.
Celia exhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down before Rafael stepped out of the bathroom. She had a decision to make, to tell him the truth or try to handle it herself. But the truth was, there was nothing she could do on her own. Lorenzo was dangerous, persistent, and somehow always one step ahead. So she chose silence for the time being.
Rafael came out moments later, towel slung around his shoulders. He had changed into a clean t-shirt and shorts, his skin still damp and warm from the shower. But his relaxed expression dropped the moment he saw her face no longer lit with laughter, but hardened and pale, like someone who had just received devastating news.
