“I made this just for you, Van. Honey-roasted chicken—your favorite, right?”

Revaldo beamed as he carried a tray of food to the villa’s dining table.

Vania forced a smile. “Yeah, you still remember,” she replied flatly, suppressing the unease rising in her chest.

“How could I forget?” Revaldo said, pulling out a chair for her. “You used to eat this all the time when you were stressed at work. Now, let me be the one to ease your mind, okay?”

Vania sat down slowly. ...