Luca’s POV

Sitting on the worn leather couch in Benedicta's living room, I stared at my phone, replaying Jenny’s words in my head. She had called earlier, her voice trembling as she insisted we meet. She claimed to have information about Rose, information that could turn everything around. My chest tightened at the thought of her name.

“I don’t know if I can trust her,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair.

Benedicta leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, her expression filled with concern. “What exactly did she say?”

“She was vague, but she mentioned Rose and said it was urgent. She sounded scared.”

Benedicta tilted her head, a...