(Hailey Miller's POV)
The plane sliced through an ocean of cloud, a pale sea of cotton below us. Next to me, Liam watched Caleb press his small nose to the window, mesmerized. In those eyes—eyes that had carried too much darkness—there was a simple, honest wonder, as if a man who'd lived in shadows were seeing sunlight for the first time.
Neri and Costa sat a few rows back. She was bent over her laptop one last time, erasing footprints until our digital trail would vanish.
He was alert, but the line of tension that had once defined him had softened; his watchfulness r******w as protector rather than soldier.
We stepped into San José and the humid heat wrapped around us like a heavy, welcome shawl. Miguel waited with a battered van and a smile that didn't quite reach all the way—still,
