Adrian’s POV
The penthouse transforms into a tactical hub of focused intensity, the late morning light filtering through the windows, casting soft patterns across the hardwood floor covered with border town maps, Elena Ruiz’s manifesto, and the twins’ latest school essay. The air carries a faint hint of cedar from my cologne, a reminder of the closeness with Serena during our recent rural clinic raid, though today’s urgency shifts to the cross-border pursuit of Ruiz. I stand by the dining table, my shirt sleeves rolled up, the faded scratches from our past tensions a distant echo on my chest, my fingers tracing the edge of a satellite image—the border town of San Miguel, Ruiz’s likely hideout. The foundation for Emily’s memory, now a public pillar with Lily and Lucas’s involvement, is our
