The city was quiet that morning, but the calm was a lie. The truth was still moving, spreading through whispers, emails, and headlines. The fire of last night had left embers everywhere, and each spark carried its own danger.

Justina woke to the sound of her phone vibrating insistently on the nightstand. The screen was a mosaic of missed calls, texts, and encrypted emails from journalists, lawyers, and unknown contacts. She didn’t answer. Instead, she let the phone fall, vibrating across the ...