تسجيل الدخولMilene's POV
The shelter, they told me, was called Hope's Landing, though nothing about the peeling paint on the ceiling or the thin mattress under my back felt particularly hopeful in those first few days.
The woman who'd found me had a name now. Dr. Reyes, though everyone just called her Nadia, the shelter's director and, apparently, its only medical staff most days. She checked on me morning and night, gentle hands and gentler questions, none of which I had answers for.
<Milene's POVThe shelter, they told me, was called Hope's Landing, though nothing about the peeling paint on the ceiling or the thin mattress under my back felt particularly hopeful in those first few days.The woman who'd found me had a name now. Dr. Reyes, though everyone just called her Nadia, the shelter's director and, apparently, its only medical staff most days. She checked on me morning and night, gentle hands and gentler questions, none of which I had answers for."No identification washed up with you," she said on the third day, adjusting the blanket at the foot of my bed. "No phone, no bag, nothing. Whoever you were running from, or running with, didn't leave you much to go on.""Running from," I repeated. The word settled strangely in my mouth, like trying on a coat that might or might not fit. "You think I was running from someone.""I think a young woman doesn't end up half drowned near a marina with a head wound like yours by acciden
Milene's POVThe car smelled like gasoline and something sharper underneath it, fear maybe, mine or Roberto's, I couldn't tell anymore. I pressed myself against the door, as far from him as the small backseat allowed, my wrist throbbing where his fingers had dug in."You didn't have to do this," I said, once my voice came back to me. "Whatever you think you're proving. This isn't proving it.""You don't get to tell me what this proves." His jaw was tight, staring straight ahead at the back of the driver's headrest, none of the easy charm left in him now. "You don't know what it's like. Watching someone hand you scraps your whole life and call it generosity.""So this is about Angelo.""This is about everything." He finally looked at me, and something in his face had cracked open, raw in a way I'd never seen from him, not even in the hallway that first week. "I did everything right. I gave him loyalty. I gave him years. And every time I asked for so
Milene's POVThe exchange point turned out to be an old boathouse, half collapsed, moonlight slicing through gaps in the roof where shingles had long since given up. Enzo had described it as abandoned for years, which explained the smell of rot and salt water thick enough to catch in the back of my throat the second I stepped out of the car.Roberto was waiting when I arrived, leaning against a support beam like he'd been standing there all night, unbothered, that same easy smile in place despite everything. Mia sat on an overturned crate a few feet from him, hands bound in front of her, a bruise blooming along her cheekbone that hadn't been there two days ago. My chest tightened at the sight of it."There she is," Roberto said, pushing off the beam. "I was starting to think my brother would try something clever instead.""I'm here," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Let her go.""In a minute." His eyes moved over me slowly, and I forced myse
Milene's POVNobody slept. The house moved through the next two days in a strange, brittle version of normal, meals nobody ate, conversations that trailed off halfway through, everyone waiting for a phone to ring.Enzo's people found nothing in the first twenty four hours. No trace of the car past the coastal road, no confirmed sighting of Roberto at any of the properties they checked, just silence stretched thin over every hour that passed. I watched Angelo age in front of me during that stretch, the exhaustion carving itself deeper into his face every time another lead came back empty.It was the second night, close to midnight, when Roberto called again.Angelo put it on speaker this time, in the study, Enzo and Mara and I all standing close enough to hear, and Roberto's voice came through easy and unhurried, like none of this had cost him a single night's sleep."Tick tock, brother," he said. "You're running out of hours.""Let me hear h
Milene's POVNobody moved for a second. It felt like the whole house had stopped breathing along with me."Where," Angelo said, and the word came out so quiet it was almost worse than if he'd shouted it."I don't know yet." Enzo's hands were still shaking around his phone. "The car she took, we tracked it as far as the old coastal road, then it just... stopped transmitting. Same as the cameras in the east corridor. He's had help cutting our tracking, boss. This wasn't done alone.""Mikhail," Angelo said, the name coming out like something bitter. "He's been giving Roberto resources this whole time. That's how he's stayed hidden for weeks.""We don't know that yet.""We don't know anything yet," Angelo snapped, and it was the first time I'd heard him raise his voice at Enzo in all the months I'd known him. He caught himself almost instantly, pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes like he could push the panic back down by force. "I'm s
Milene's POV"Where's my wing," I said, already moving toward the door, though some part of me already understood the question didn't make sense the second it left my mouth. Of course I knew where my wing was. What I meant was, where's the danger, how close is it, how much time do I have."Stay here," Angelo said, catching my arm before I could get past him, his grip firm enough to stop me but careful enough that it didn't hurt. "Enzo, get eyes on the east corridor. Now.""Already sent two men," Enzo said, already halfway out the door himself, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and clipped in a way that made my skin crawl. "Nothing on the cameras past eleven forty. Feed just... cuts.""Cuts how?""Like someone knew exactly where they were pointed."Angelo's jaw tightened, and for a second I watched him war with something, whether to leave me here where it was supposedly safe or keep me close enough to see with his own eyes that I was still
Milene’s POVThe silence inside the car was heavy, almost suffocating. Angelo sat beside me, typing something on his phone with an intensity that made it clear he was used to being in control of everything.I kept my gaze out the window, watching the city blur past. The farther we went, the fewer b
Milene’s POVWhat is he talking about? I looked at my mother for answers but she turned away smiling widely at this stranger whose name seemed familiar but sketchy.“Go with him to where?” I whispered to my mother but she just ignored me but I could swear that she heard me. I should have known that
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Milene’s POVA year ago, I would have considered my family as top middle class. We did not own a lot of flashy cars but my family could boast of owning a few. My father ran his own company and he could have considered himself as one of the top shot business men in the city if he were to still be al







