After Emily left Vasquez's house, she headed directly to Jonathan's house, Vasquez's last words before she left were engraved in her heart; she could feel some chills running down her spine, but she had to do this for her son.
The ride to Jonathan's house was filled with a thick tension that weighed heavily on her chest. Emily stared out of the window, watching the city fade into sprawling estates and high walls. The further btgeyndrobe, the more isolated she felt as though she were entering the enemy's territory. Every passing minute amplified the storm inside her.
The guard driving the car glanced at her through the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face. “Mrs. Kratos, are you sure you want to go through with this alone? Mr. Luca said—”
“I know what Luca said,” Emily interrupted,
