DYLAN FONTANILLA POINT OF VIEWSleep never came that night. Every time I closed my eyes, another possibility crossed my mind. I kept replaying today’s exchange over and over as I tried to anticipate every move Tres might make, and every mistake I couldn’t afford to commit.In every version of the plan, something went wrong.By the time the first rays of sunlight slipped through my curtains, I had already accepted one painful truth. There was no perfect outcome waiting for us. Only choices…And the consequences that came with them.The mansion was already awake before seven. Maurice and Iverson had left before dawn to prepare the private plane while the rest of our security team coordinated with the pilot. Even though Tres specifically asked for a plane, I wasn’t foolish enough to come unprepared. Ever since Tres sent me the meet-up point, my family already assembled a team, even at midnight. Every v
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