I look to Fernando, who seems to recognise her. Then I look to Hunter. His gaze is frozen on her, and he doesn’t even blink.

Jennifer has green eyes. I can see it even though she is on the other side of the large room. She looks worn down but still more beautiful than the photo I saw in Hunter’s bedroom. She looks like a magazine cover model. If she took a deep breath and wiped her tears, she could participate in a photoshoot, and no one would notice her current desperation.

“Sophia.” She sheds another tear. “My mother is in a coma. She had to be admitted back to...