The Silent Ride
At that same moment — miles away — Amelia had already slipped out of their world like a thread pulled loose from silk.
After jumping out of the first taxi, she didn't hesitate. She stepped onto the pavement, breath unsteady but movements precise, scanning traffic with sharp awareness. Her escape was not frantic anymore.
It was deliberate.
She lifted her hand again.
Another taxi slowed.
She opened the door before the car had fully stopped.
"Where to, miss?" the driver asked casually, glancing at her tear-streaked reflection in the rearview mirror.
She swallowed. Her voice almost didn't come out.
"Ulberti Mansion."
The driver's posture shifted almost imperceptibly.
That name carried weight.
Old money. Foreign influence. A family whose wealth was quieter — but no l
