Catalina POV

“How do you know my father?” I asked, my voice shaky at the sound of my papa’s name.

Matias continued driving, and still, there was no house in sight. I should have been more nervous about being alone with this man, heading down a shrouded driveway with foliage all around us, but I was more concerned with his mention of my papa.

“Business partners,” Matias stated plainly. His answer was so vague, but I knew ...