Carmen gripped the steering wheel as she replayed the day’s events. The sense of dread from the threatening note lingered, but the prospect of finally unraveling the truth was enough to push her forward. Yet, as she drove, the weight of it all– the threats, the secrets, and the tangled web she was caught in pressed heavily on her.
Before she knew it, Carmen found herself driving not toward the mansion but her apartment. She wasn’t seeking lectures this time, only a safe embrace, someone who could tell her it would be okay. Romero, with his detached demeanor, wasn’t someone she could turn to for comfort. But her brother, Diego, was. Diego’s embrace always held a sense of safety, and even though she couldn’t tell him about the depths of what she’d entangled herself in, his hug would be enough.