Dante

With the time difference between Kansas City and San Diego and a three-hour flight, my plane landed only a little over an hour after I took off. It was just past seven in the evening. The autumn sky was still blue with the beginning crimson hues that came along the horizon with the setting of the sun.

If I was going to succeed in my fight to get Camila, I needed an alliance of my own.

Securing a rental car, I made my way through the increasingly familiar streets ...