#Chapter 340: Here in Costa Rica

The plane's descent feels like a plunge into the unknown abyss, a journey into darkness with no guarantee of survival. Beside me, Timothy’s hands gripped the armrests, his knuckles white with tension. We exchanged a glance, silent communication passing between us like a coded message in a war zone. Costa Rica. A land of beauty and danger, where every shadow hides a potential threat in the form of a deadly woman. A deadly woman who’s blood I share. As the wheels touched down with a jolt, I steeled myself for how I would confront. Would she deny it all, even with the evidence right there in her face? We joined the throng of weary travelers crowding the streets, our senses alert for any sign of danger. The humid air of Costa Rica enveloped us like a warm embrace, the scent of tropical foliage mingling with the distant crash of ocean waves. Andy took the lead, his movements precise and purposeful. Timothy and I kept close behind him, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat of imp