Maya sat in her room, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains, painting soft lines across the floor. She had been folding laundry, but her mind wasn’t on the clothes in front of her. It was still stuck on the message she had received earlier — the one with the photo of Elias and Rebecca.

She had tried to distract herself by baking with Anika, talking with the maids, even reorganizing her wardrobe. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw that image again: Elias sitting across from Rebecca, their hands linked on the table. And the cruel caption beneath it: You still think you’re important to him?...