The sun cast golden streaks through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the sprawling luxury mansion as Ana sprinted through the grand hallways, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She barely paid attention to the polished marble floors beneath her or the glimmering chandeliers overhead—her focus was singular.
She needed to get to Riley.
Reaching the indoor swimming pool, she halted abruptly, her breath coming in short gasps.
The air smelled of chlorinated water and citrus-scented candles.
There, at the edge of the pool, Riley sat with one leg dipped into the shimmering water, her damp skin glistening under the ambient lighting.
She was lost in her phone, scrolling absentmindedly—until Ana's voice sliced through the silence.
"Ma'am, there are some things you need to see," Ana said, her tone urgent, her fingers tightening around the sleek tablet she carried.
