It had just taken a fire to see it.

Chapter 12 — A Foundation of Lies

We landed in Cabo at noon.

A driver waited at arrivals with a sign that read Mr. & Mrs.

Evander Marchand. Flowers, a resort, a private beach — an entire picture-perfect life laid out for us.

Isabela took off her sunglasses and stared at the ocean as though it were a brick wall.