Ximena sat on the edge of the couch, her hands pressed against her knees. Her chest rose and fell in fast breaths, but she tried to hide it. Her voice broke the silence first.“We were lucky to escape,” she said softly. Her eyes stayed on the floor, as if she could still see the danger there.Miguel leaned against the wall, his arms crossed tight. His shirt had dust on it, and there was a thin line of blood on his cheek where glass had cut him. He did not answer right away. He was still replaying the chase in his mind.Finally, he looked at her. “Lucky, yes. But luck runs out, Ximena. We cannot depend on it.” His voice was low, heavy, almost like a warning.Ximena raised her head. Her eyes met his, and she nodded. She knew he was right. “It was Carlos again. He will not stop.”Miguel walked across the room and sat in front of her. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands pressed together. “I keep thinking,” he said slowly, “Carlos is not clever enough for all this. He fights hard, ye
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