The moment Emilia read the note, sleep cleared from her eyes.
She squeezed the threat note in her hand as she sat on her living room couch, her robe wrapped tightly around her. The usual city buzz at night—distant sirens, the low car rumbles—felt like whispers of danger closing in.
Her eyes drifted to Daniel’s room. He was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the impending dangers around him. She would protect his innocence even if it cost her everything, and she would burn down the world before letting anyone destroy it.
At dawn, she snapped a photo of the scary note and attached it with a message to Sofia:
Hi Sof, we need to meet. Now.
They met at a small diner situated in a corner on Polk Street, the kind of place where no one cared about business empires or tabloid scandals; it seemed
