The rain had finally stopped, but the air in Elena’s apartment still felt heavy after the attack. Broken glass lay on the floor. The door hung crooked on its hinges, barely holding on. Elena stood in the middle of the room, staring at the chaos. A few hours ago she had been afraid. Now something else filled her chest. Determination. Adrian leaned against the wall, watching her carefully. His sharp eyes studied every movement she made. “You’re quiet,” he said. Elena crossed her arms. “I’m thinking.” “About revenge?” She looked at him, her gaze steady. “About justice.” Adrian let out a quiet breath. “The woman who stole your identity is dangerous,” he warned. “If she already tried to kill you, she won’t stop.” Elena nodded slowly. “I know.” Silence filled the room. Then she w

