The days after the escape had settled into a fragile routine for Aria. She woke up every morning in the small safe house apartment, made breakfast for Ethan, and tried to create some sense of normalcy for her son. The little boy was adjusting better than she expected. He asked about Daddy less frequently now, but the questions still came — usually at night when he missed the familiar routine. Aria always comforted him the best she could, whispering stories and promises of a better future.“We’re safe here, baby,” she would say, rocking him gently. “That’s what matters right now.”Isabella visited every few days, bringing supplies, food, and updates from the city. “Adrian is still looking for you,” she said one evening, sitting at the small kitchen table. “He’s tearing apart every lead he can find. Daniel is still out there too, waiting to see what happens next. He’s getting impatient.”Aria nodded, staring at her hands. “I know.”That night, as she lay in bed beside her sleeping son,
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