I walked to the window and looked out at the driveway.

The fog was rolling in thicker now, swallowing the trees.

I called Lucas on the internal intercom.

“He is on his way,” I said.

“How far?” Lucas asked.

“He was driving when he called,” I said. “Probably already past Ourense. He knows the route.”

“We will be ready,” Lucas said. “The gate is locked. The sensors on the wall are active.”

“Do not use force unless he tries to break the gate,” I said.

“We will handle it professionally, Senora,” Lucas assured me.

I went upstairs to the nursery.

The triplets were sleeping in their cribs, undisturbed by the storm outside.

The nanny, Maria, was sitting in a rocking chair by the window, knitting.

“Everything is fine, Maria,” I said softly, standing by the doorway.

“The wind is very loud today,” she said, looking up.

“It is just a winter gale,” I said. “Keep the shutters closed.”

I went back down to the study.

I opened the bottom drawer of the desk and pulled out a thick blue folder.