Author: editor1

PART 1 The coffee had gone cold an hour ago. I kept my hands wrapped around the paper cup anyway, needing something to hold. The café in Coral Gables hummed with the particular energy of a place where people came to be seen rather than to actually drink overpriced lattes, and I was invisible inside…

PART 1 The DeLuca estate wasn’t a home. It was a mausoleum of marble and polished mahogany, and I was just a ghost in a lilac uniform. My job was simple: remain unseen, keep the dust at bay, and never interrupt the man who owned the city. Matteo DeLuca didn’t look up when I replaced…