ANMELDENNobody could take a breath the camera remained fixed on us from the dark kitchen doorway, its tiny red light glowing steadily like an unblinking eye.Sofia cried harder against my chest.Tomás reached for my hand immediately grounding me.Or grounding himself I couldn’t tell anymore.Outside, thunder cracked louder this time, rattling the old windows hard enough to make me jump.Mom slowly backed away from the counter.“I need access to the core server.”Tomás’s voice turned dangerously calm. “You said this thing was autonomous.”“It is.”“Then why does it still have a server?”“Because every system has a center somewhere.”The lights flickered again.Another message lit every screen simultaneously.ELEVATED STRESS RESPONSE SUCCESSFUL.I felt sick not scared anymore and I observedLike the house was leaning closer every second we stayed inside it.Tomás looked around the kitchen slowly.Calculating exits,weak points options any one at all but unfortunately there weren’t any that realiz
Nobody moved,Sofia’s crying filled the kitchen in sharp little bursts while the camera continued turning slowly toward us with mechanical precision.Not fast,not aggressive but almost curious.The red recording light blinked once then it stayed solid.Tomás stepped in front of me instantly protectively and automatically,His body blocked both me and Sofia from the camera’s direct view while his jaw tightened hard enough to flex.“Turn it off,” he said coldly.Mom looked genuinely shaken now.“I’m trying.” Her hands trembled as she grabbed her phone, fingers moving rapidly across the screen.Nothing happened the lights flickered again.The air-conditioning suddenly shut off.Silence rushed into the house so fast it made my ears ring.Then a soft voice came through the kitchen speakers,it was a female voice,calm but artificial “Elevated emotional synchronization detected.”Every hair on my arms lifted.“No,” Mom whispered.Tomás’s voice sharpened instantly. “How is it talking through th
Twenty minutes laterLila’s childhood homeNobody touched the coffee,Mom set three mugs on the table like this was some normal family conversation, like we hadn’t just walked out of a nightmare and straight into another one.Steam curled slowly into the air between us.The kitchen looked exactly the same as it did when I was sixteen.Same pale cabinets.Same old clock above the fridge ticking too loudly in quiet moments.Same tiny crack in the corner tile near the sink.I used to sit here after school and tell Mom everything.Every breakup.Every stupid fight.Every fear.Now I was sitting across from her wondering if she’d been watching me panic through cameras and systems this entire time.It made my stomach hurt.Tomás stayed standing instead of sitting.I noticed that immediately.Positioning.Still ready to move if he had to.Mom noticed too but didn’t comment on it.Instead she wrapped both hands around her coffee mug like she needed the warmth.Or maybe just something steady to
Minutes after the message(Lila’s childhood home)I stopped breathing atually stopped the phone felt glued to my hand while the screen burned against my eyes.Welcome home, Lila.MomNo no, that didn’t make sense It couldn’t make sense.My brain rejected it instantly, like it physically refused to process the words sitting right in front of me.Tomás saw my face change immediately.“What?”I couldn’t speak.I just handed him the phoneHis eyes scanned the screen once.Then again slower.And I watched something cold settle into his expression almost instantly not shock but Recognition like a puzzle piece finally sliding into placeInside the doorway, Mom shifted Sofia gently against her shoulder still calm still waiting.“You two coming in?” she asked softly too softly and that was the problem nothing about her looked wrong nothing about her sounded wrong.But suddenly every tiny thing felt loaded with meaning the calmness,the timing the black sedan outside.Even the way she was standing
Three hours after the tracking messageOutside Lila’s childhood home the drive back felt wrong from the second we made the decision as if the road itself knew.Tomás kept checking the mirrors every few seconds, jaw tight, one hand on the wheel while the other rested near my leg like he needed to keep confirming I was still there.I couldn’t stop staring at the GPS screen that at blinking red dot followed every turn we made.Every mile,every breath,still tracking still watching but after the last message something shifted in both of us.Because it sounded less like a threat now and more like an observation like someone recording results,testing outcomes,watching behaviors and I hated it but worse tyan that I understood it which felt somehow it felt more dangerous.“We shouldn’t go there,” I whispered eventuallyTomás didn’t answer immediatelyThe city blurred past outside the windows, morning traffic building slowly around us ,People laughing walking their dogs,holding coffe cups and th
An hour after the explosion somewhere outside Porto the first stayed in my head long after we left it behind even now,even with miles between I could still see it everytime I blinked the truck slamming forward,the explosion behind vjcente,the way the flames lot up the fog like the whole morning had caught fire with it.Neither of us talked much after that Tomás just drove faster than before one hand tight on the wheel,his jaw locked so hard I though he might crack a tooth.My daughter finally stopped crying about 20mins ago later,she was exhausted more than calm,she slept curled gains my chest while the road stretched endlessly in front of us ,I should've slept too,but every time I closed my eye s al I could see was those messages AGAIN ROUND TWO BEGINS like we just Like we’d survived something only to realize it was the easy part the city started appearing slowly around us just after sunrise, buildings,traffic people walking to work,living their normal life I almost forgot what normal
The city swallowed us at 7:14 a.m., gray light bleeding across the skyline like a bruise that hadn’t decided what color it wanted to be. Everything looked tender. Raw. Buildings hunched against the cold dawn, windows reflecting a sky that couldn’t quite commit to morning.Julian didn’t take us to t
.The highway just kept going.Like it didn’t care about us at all.An endless black strip under the tires, stretching forward forever, the headlights barely touching it, like we weren’t really on the road, just floating over it. I didn’t know where we were going.
Chapter 14 – The Shadow in the Doorway The fire pit still smelled wrong the next morning. Not like wood smoke. Not like ash. It was sharper than that burnt plastic, scorched metal, something chemical that clung to the air and the back of my throat. The kind of smell that didn’t fade when the flam
We didn’t knock. I don’t remember deciding that. It just… didn’t happen. No pause. No count to three. No look that says are we really doing this. Julian turned the knob. Slow. Careful. Like he was trying not to wake the house itself. Like the house might open one eye and tell on us. The loc







