By the time they finished work, dusk had settled over the city, casting long shadows across the streets.

“I need to get back to the cabin,” Leonardo said, gathering his things. “My wife’s there, and we’ll wrap things up once we’re back.”

He knew Arya had gone to the convent earlier to confront Isabel, and although his instincts told him she was safe, a faint sense of urgency nagged at him. Working here, dealing with everything else, had given her space, but he couldn’t help wanting to check in on her.

Behind him, Ricardo and Rob were in yet another argument, voices rising and falling as they debated. Leonardo had...