Elena stared at the name until it stopped making sense.
*Zia Carla.* An aunt she'd never met, never been told existed, sitting in her contacts like she'd always been there — because, Elena realized with a cold lurch, she had. Someone had added this contact to her phone. Recently. Without her noticing.
"Elena." Adrian's voice, low, urgent. "What is it?"
She turned the screen toward him.
His jaw tightened. "You're not going alone."
"She said alone."
"I don't care what she said." He was already moving toward the door, already scanning the street outside Dante's office windows for whoever might be waiting. "After tonight — the leak, Dante's phone, Enzo's own confusion about who's had access to what — I'm not letting you walk out to meet a stranger by yourself."
"She's not a stranger. Sh
