Chapter Thirteen
Naya brought Kael back an hour later, and Amara held onto him a beat longer than usual at the door — long enough that he squirmed and asked what was wrong.
“Nothing, baby,” she said, letting go before her grip could scare him. “Just missed you.”
Rafael stood back and watched without saying anything, phone still clutched in one hand like it might ring again with worse news. Once Kael had run off toward his room, Amara turned to him, some of the earlier fire back in her eyes.
“Okay,” she said. “Tell me the actual plan. Not the estate thing. A real plan.”
“Sit down,” Rafael said. “This is going to take longer than five minutes.”
He laid it out the way he would walk a board through a restructuring — facts first, reasoning after, no room for emotion to derail the logic be
