“Is this the place?” Deviana whispered to herself as she stared at the luxurious restaurant building, its lights glittering against the night. Her fingers clutched her phone tightly, the message from the unknown number that had summoned her still clear on the screen.

Her heart pounded, curiosity tangled with a foreboding that made her want to turn back. Yet her steps carried her forward. “I have to know the truth… even if it hurts.”

She pushed open the glass door of the restaurant. Soft music played, crystal chandeliers sparkled, and elegantly dressed people filled the tables. Deviana walked slowly, her eyes scanning every corner, searching for the “mysterious person” who...