Katrina’s toes curled inside her shoes as she sat on the couch, Sirius lying beside her protectively, sensing the tension in the room. Across from her, Algin paced back and forth, clutching the annulment papers she had signed just weeks ago. His movements were sharp and agitated, and every turn he made caused Katrina and Sirius to follow him with their eyes.
On Algin’s television screen was an article featuring Katrina’s photo from Google—a snapshot from a documentary she had worked on with Tonio and Meico about building an effective business model for fourth-world countries. The article praised their efforts, and it was clear that Algin had gone digging the moment he saw the papers. With her social media accounts private and her name spelled in reverse, he had found what little he could.
