The initial photograph arrived on a quiet Tuesday morning, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the dining room. Zeraida discovered the plain white envelope resting beside her breakfast plate, partially concealed beneath the folded morning newspaper.
She frowned as her slender fingers picked up the envelope, instantly recognizing that her full name was written across the front in an unfamiliar handwriting.
There is no return address listed anywhere on the paper, she noted internally, her defensive instincts taking over.
She sliced the top edge open with a silver butter knife and slid the contents into her waiting palm. It was a clear, high-resolution photograph capturing her departure from the main gates of the estate the previous afternoon.
The image had clearly been captured through a high-powered lens positioned across the avenue, showing her wearing her cream wool coat.
