Isabella knew something was wrong the moment the phone wouldn’t stop ringing.It started mid-morning, just as she was wiping down the counter at the café. One call. Then another. Then a third, all from numbers she didn’t recognize.By the fourth, her stomach twisted.She ignored them.She had learned long ago that some doors were better left unopened.But the bell above the café door chimed, and this time it wasn’t a customer who stepped inside.It was Nolan.His expression was hard, controlled, the way it got when he was already three steps ahead of a problem she hadn’t yet seen.“We need to talk,” he said quietly.Her pulse spiked. “What happened?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his gaze swept the café, checking sightlines, windows, the door. Old habits. Dangerous ones.“Nolan,” she pressed.“They got a photo,” he said.Her breath caught. “Of what?”“Of him,” Nolan replied. “Of Juan. This morning.”The world tilted.Her grip tightened on the counter. “No.”“Yes,” he said. “A
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