Three months had passed since Richard's death.
Elara had healed body and soul. The scar on her chest was a faint reminder of what she had survived. The nightmares had faded. The grief had softened. She was ready to move forward.
But the past had a way of catching up with her.
It was a cold autumn evening when Agent Mitchell arrived at the penthouse, her expression grim. Elara's heart sank the moment she saw her face.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice steady despite the fear rising in her chest.
"We have a problem." Mitchell set a file on the coffee table. "We've been monitoring the remnants of the trafficking ring. There's been activity unusual activity. Someone is trying to rebuild what Richard and Chen destroyed."
Elara's blood ran cold. "Who?"
"We don't know yet. But we have
