The knock on the door came just past noon.

Lena was in the living room, lounging on the sofa, a cold drink in one hand and her phone in the other. Her lips curled into a smile as she scrolled through a thread of comments online—many still mocking Maya, questioning her integrity, her past, and even her right to be near Anika.

Lena smirked.

How does it feel to be hated? she thought. You should have stayed in the shadows, Maya.

She was still reading when the doorbell rang.

Daniel, who had been working in his home office, heard it too. He frowned, wondering who would show up unannounced. Jamie...