The tension in the aftermath of Kelly’s failed confrontation was tangible. She had left in a whirlwind of anger and desperation, but her parting words echoed in my mind:
“You don’t know half of what I’ve planned.”
Caden stood beside me, his hand resting protectively on my lower back. “She’s spiraling, but that makes her more dangerous,” he murmured.
“I know,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “She’ll come back, and next time, she won’t come alone.”
Caden’s dark eyes met mine. “We’ll be ready.”
A Plan in Motion
The next morning, Caden’s team assembled in his private meeting room. The walls were lined with monitors displaying maps, footage, and data on Kelly’s recent activities. Caden had spared no expense in ensuring every move Kelly made was tracked.
“She’
