It’s the day I’ve been waiting for. All morning I’ve been pacing the floor threadbare, waiting for nightfall to come and Cora to arrive to collect me and put things in motion. We purchased tickets for the boxing event and soon I’ll come face to face with Dante Torres, posing as spectators and hoping to get very close. I’m praying I can figure out the best course of action once in his presence because right now, I have zero plan.

I swish around nervously. Corseted, in a layered black dress as I start the infernal pacing once more, fidgeting with my arm of bangles and cursing myself inwardly. I’ve never...