The house still smelled of betrayal when Ana sat at the kitchen table, the echo of her encounter with her brother-in-law still reverberating through her skin. Night had fallen like a cloak of possibilities, and with her husband absent, the temptation to explore beyond what she had already dared was irresistible. She needed more; she needed to feel that adrenaline, that razor's edge that kept her alive. That morning, she h...