Maya’s heart raced as she stood in front of Alejandro’s sleek, modern apartment building. The recent confrontation had left her reeling, and she was determined to get answers. Her resolve was unwavering as she made her way through the building’s lobby, the tension palpable.
She reached Alejandro’s door and knocked firmly. Moments later, Alejandro opened it, his face reflecting a mixture of surprise and resignation.
“Maya,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “I didn’t expect you to come back.”
Maya entered, her expression steely. “We need to talk. I want to know why you orchestrated Ezekiel’s return.”
Alejandro’s face fell, and he motioned for her to sit in the living room. The room, normally warm and inviting, felt cold and impersonal under the current circumstances. Alejandro took
