The morning air was crisp, carrying the aroma of fresh pastries from the bakery below. Isabella sat at the kitchen table, her coffee steaming gently in front of her. The calm morning was a welcome change after the intensity of the previous days, though a lingering sense of anticipation kept her alert.
Alejandro was reviewing reports from Elena, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. “Everything seems quiet for now,” he remarked. “But quiet doesn’t mean safe.”
Isabella nodded, understanding the unspoken truth. Calm moments were often the prelude to unexpected challenges. She sipped her coffee, trying to focus on the present rather than the shadows looming on the horizon.
Just then, Alejandro’s phone buzzed sharply on the counter. He glanced at it, frowning. “This is… unusual.”
Isa
