The message stared at Ivonne like a challenge.

Unknown Number: I hear you’ve been thrown to the wolves. Want to bite back?

Ivonne's thumb hovered above the screen. A chill slipped down her spine—not from fear, but familiarity.

She opened the message thread, and as she scrolled up, her heart dropped.

The number wasn’t unknown at all.

It was Martha.

Of course.

She should’ve guessed. That smug tone, the timing, the twisted sense of triumph.

Ivonne’s jaw tightened as she stared at ...