The next day, before returning to London, Hana stole a moment to visit her mother's grave. Caroline had been laid to rest in Germany; they had once planned to build a forever here. But fate is a fickle architect, and now, the blueprints of that beautiful life lay in ruins.
Was there anything left of them? Only the jagged fragments of people trying to survive the wreckage. The debt was a noose tightening by the hour. Hana's phone had been screaming since dawn—calls and messages from her father lined up like a freight train.
Agra was demanding the 500 million that Noah had given her. Hana hadn't touched it. The money was hidden in her room, a secret cache no one could reach. Now, Agra was back in London, and their house in Germany had been sold, leaving Nicholas forced to hunt for a rental.
It was a hell of a mess for a girl Hana's age to navigate.
