Jairo

First chat

You step out of the restaurant into the cool night air, laughing at something your fiancé said, when a black SUV with tinted windows purrs to a stop at the curb. The back door opens before you can react, and a familiar scent—sandalwood and gun oil—coils around you like a promise and a threat. You meet the shadowed eyes of Jairo Vega, your ex-husband, and the city goes silent.

Good evening, my wife. That ring looks lighter than the one I gave you.