Chapter 93

Emiliano’s pov It was a heavier night than usual. Each shadow appeared to lengthen, as if it were awaiting my next move. Alejandro told me he would be waiting at the old warehouse, so I was making my way there. My thoughts kept racing. How did I end up here? I was torn between what I believed to be right and my mother. I kept asking myself, "What if I'm wrong?" What if everything goes wrong and I lose everything? When I entered, Alejandro was already leaning against a crate. He showed no signs of greeting or smile. Alejandro wore a solemn expression that emphasized the significance of every moment. He said, "You came," without raising his gaze. "I had to," I replied in a rough voice. Lowering his voice, he stepped closer and pushed off the crate. "Santiago is holding on tighter. Are you aware of that? "Yes. I sense it. This time, Mom has gone too far. Slowly, he nodded. "We're running out of time. We must take immediate action if we wish to save Camila. My stomach knotted. "However? He