Friday afternoon.

The sky was clear, as if no storm loomed on the horizon. Yet for Ysabel, there was a chill in the air as she walked toward the café near Verano Holdings.

An anonymous text message had reached her earlier:

“If you want to know the person behind the picture that was sent to you, meet me. I am the woman who should be by Leonardo’s side, not you.”

– A.

She didn’t know why she followed. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted to prove to this woman. But one thing ...