While Elena struggled to keep from falling, Rosa endured beatings, threats, and the burden of protecting both a mother and her unborn child. Even after Daniel cut the rope, he couldn't bring himself to let go.

Chapter 4: The Safehouse

They emerged miles from the estate, slipping through the rain-slicked alleyways of the city’s forgotten industrial sector. The safehouse was a hollowed-out warehouse, smelling of rust and old engine oil. Daniel secured the rusted iron doors while Rosa set up a makeshift bed for Elena using moth-eaten blankets.

Elena’s breathing was shallow. The stress of the night threatened to send her into premature labor. Rosa boiled water on an old camping stove, cleaning her own wounds before tending to Elena. Daniel stood by the window, watching the street through the grimy glass. The distant wail of sirens confirmed his worst fears. Alejandro was using city resources to hunt them down.

"Get some sleep," Daniel ordered softly, not turning away from the window. "Tomorrow, we hit the archives. We find the papers. And then we burn Alejandro's empire to the ground."