Elena Vasquez

The Hamptons estate’s great room was a cathedral of glass and dawn, the first light of a new day spilling across the marble floor like liquid gold. The shutters were open, the AI defenses humming in standby, Lila’s team patrolling the grounds with a quiet vigilance that felt like peace. Mamá sat on the leather couch, her legs tucked under a blanket, her wound healing under the care of Alexander’s private doctor, her eyes bright despite the cancer’s shadow. Marco sprawled ...