Chapter 142 The Warehouse
- AUTHOR POV
- Tessa’s lungs burned as she sprinted through the underbrush, the fake passports and her aunt’s forged documents clutched tight in her trembling hand.
- Moonlight pierced through ragged clouds, guiding her down the narrow dirt road that led away from the Lorenzo mansion. Behind her, the faint glow of the estate’s security lights faded; ahead lay only darkness—and hope.