The night air hit Amara like a slap of truth.
She didn’t wait for Sebastian to follow. Her car was already waiting outside the hotel, the driver asleep until her sudden arrival jolted him awake. “Drive,” she said, voice cold. “Anywhere but here.”
As the city blurred past the window, her reflection stared back — not the terrified woman who once clung to safety, but someone forged in fire. The flash drive was still in her hand, small and heavy, a Pandora’s box of her past.
Veronica Cruz.
That name now echoed in her mind differently. Not just Sebastian’s late sister. Not just a victim. But her savior. The only reason Amara was alive, even if she hadn’t known it.
And now there was a question that clawed at her chest.
If Veronica had gone to such lengths to protect her, why did she leave
