ELENA POV
I couldn't sleep. Again.
It had become a pattern to lay awake at three AM, my mind racing with everything that could go wrong. The police are investigating the PI, hunting for evidence to piece together Isabella's fragmentary memories. Brighton's net is closing tighter around us.
And my growing dependence on Adrien.
That last thought bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
Adrien had become essential. He had access to Isabella, to all our plans, to everything.
We trusted him completely.
But did we really know him?
I sat up in bed, reached for my laptop. It was a thought that had been nagging at me for days, growing louder each time I pushed it away.
When Adrien first approached me at that café in Prague, I'd been desperate. Isolated. Sarah had just betrayed us, my mother had amnesia, and Brighton was hunting us. And suddenly this handsome, competent lawyer appeared, offering exactly what I needed.
It had seemed too good to be true.
Maybe because it was.
