I was seated next to her “boring” twin sister—but her first question silenced the entire table and changed everything I thought I knew.

you,” Elena said, her voice steady but wounded. “That’s why I’m telling you. Before Marco uses it against you.”

Mateo felt the name land like a blow.

“Marco?”

Elena opened a file on her tablet. Inside was a chain of emails, a consulting firm’s logo, and a signature at the bottom: Marco Aranda.

The same person who had taken him to that dinner. The friend continue reading …