LIAM'S POVThe plan was insane, which meant it was our only shot. James, operating with a focus that bordered on frightening, had arranged everything. New identities were a bridge too far, too slow. Instead, it was a simple, brutal sprint: a private charter from a small executive airport an hour north of the city, booked under a shell corporation name, paid for with the last of the liquid cash I'd wrestled free. Destination: Halifax, Nova Scotia. A jumping-off point. From there, the world.We had one bag each. Leo's was full of toys and his favorite blanket. Ours held passports, cash, and a change of clothes. Nothing else mattered. The safe house was to be abandoned as is. The car we were in, a nondescript sedan James had rented with a fake ID, was to be left in the long-term lot.Maya sat in the passenger seat, her hand clasped tightly in mine over the console. She was staring straight ahead, her profile a study in fierce, silent determination. In the back, Leo was already asleep, ex
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