Chapter 339 Here In Costa Rica

• The plane's descent feels like a plunge into the unknown abyss, a journey into darkness with no guarantee of survival. Beside me, Timothy’s hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white with tension. We exchanged a glance, silent communication passing between us like a coded message in a war zone.
• Costa Rica. A land of beauty and danger, where every shadow hides a potential threat in the form of a deadly woman. A deadly woman who’s blood I share.
• As the wheels touched down with a jolt, I steeled myself for how I would confront. Would she deny it all, even with the evidence right there in her face?