Sara Ikari Rodriguez
The lake house was silent the next morning.
Too silent.
Matio was already gone by the time I stepped out of my room. The coffee machine was untouched. The air still carried the faint scent
of last night's firewood—but not him.
It was like he'd erased himself before I could catch him.
I stared at the spot on the couch where we had kissed just hours ago.
My lips still remembered.
But maybe his didn't.
Press Meet – Rodriguez Headquarters
By noon, we were standing at the grand marble entrance of Rodriguez HQ. The public announcement had been planned for weeks. A
carefully crafted press event to present Mrs. Sara Rodriguez to the world. Nothing new. Nothing special.
Except everything felt different now.
Matio hadn't said a word to me on the drive over. Not ev
