The sudden vibration of Camila's phone against the mahogany coffee table stirred her from the novel nestled in her hands. She glanced at the screen- a text from her father, curt and cryptic: *Come home now. Urgent.*

　　"Urgent?" she murmured to herself, a frown creasing her brow as she pushed off the plush sofa. With haste born of concern, she grabbed her keys and coat, her mind racing with possibilities.

　　Upon reaching the family estate, the grandeur of the ...