**One Year Later - Isabella Age 16**
Life had settled into a new rhythm.
Isabella trained three times a week in Krav Maga with an instructor Luca had personally vetted—former Mossad, now running a private security firm. She'd become frighteningly competent in a remarkably short time.
"She's a natural," the instructor had told them. "Instincts you can't teach. She reads opponents like she's been doing this her whole life."
"Genetics," Luca had muttered.
"Or curse," Sienna had countered.
Lucas, now seven, worshipped his older sister. Followed her everywhere, copied everything she did, drove her crazy with his constant questions.
"Why do you have to train?"
"To stay strong."
"Can I train too?"
"When you're older."
"How much older?"
"Lucas, go ask Mama."
The family had found equilibrium. Isabella knew the truth about their past, accepted it, and had matured into a young woman who carried that knowledge with surprising grace.
Until the letter arrived.
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