The next morning, Lucia woke up to the soft light filtering through her curtains, already feeling the weight of the day ahead.
She had slept uneasily, her thoughts filled with her mission, but today was just a small step toward her goal.
The hard part would come later.
After forcing herself out of bed, she went through her usual morning routine.
She had a quick breakfast of eggs, toast, and black coffee, needing something simple to fuel her nerves.
As she sipped her coffee, she stared out the window, mentally preparing for what was to come.
Lucia checked her phone—no messages, nothing to worry about for now. She reminded herself to keep a low profile.
When she glanced out the window at her car, a sleek, high-end luxury model, she knew taking it to work was out of the question.
She couldn't afford to stand out.
