The Mafia Ghost

She buried her parents on a Tuesday. By the end of the week, a stranger had thrown every last thing she owned into the street, and Yasmeen had nowhere left to go. Then came an offer too kind to question: a beautiful apartment, barely any rent, no explanation for why it sat empty so long. She should have asked. She didn't. Because someone was already living there. Someone who never really left. What starts as a roof over her head becomes something far stranger: nights she can't explain, a presence that watches her before it ever speaks, and a growing sense that the apartment's silence is hiding more than one kind of secret. And the dead aren't the only ones with something to hide. As Yasmeen is pulled deeper into a world of men who lie for a living and trust no one, even the people trying to help her start to feel like they're playing a longer game. She doesn't know who's protecting her and who's using her. She doesn't know what's real anymore. And the more she learns, the more she understands that some truths were buried for a reason. Not everyone who disappears is really gone.