I felt the terminal doors closing behind us. My father grabbed my arm, and we slipped down a side corridor, avoiding the surveillance cameras that Adrian had clearly set up for every move. My heart was racing, but not out of fear—this time it was hope.
As we made our way to the hangar where the private plane was waiting, I caught a familiar scent: my father’s sweet tobacco, mixed with the damp night air. It was the only constant in my life, even after years of silence.
“Dad, what if they catch us…?” I whispered, my voice trembling.
“They won’t have a chance,” he replied calmly. “Not with me here.”
We entered the hangar. The plane gleamed under the cold lights, but my eyes were fixed on the cockpit. There, a man with his face hidden under headphones was impatiently waiting to take off. My father pulled out a small envelope, which he had prepared with clear instructions and my forged passport.
The flight took off almost silently. The city faded beneath us, its pale lights like fallen fireflies. I sat by the window and felt true freedom for the first time in the last eight months: the freedom to protect my child.
My father sat next to me, saying nothing more. In the silence of the plane, I felt time compress. Each heartbeat of the baby merged with mine, and with each passing minute, Adrian’s plans seemed further away, like shadows dissipating at dawn.
When we arrived at our destination, a secluded house on the edge of a forest, I felt the tension evaporate. There, under the gentle light of the lamp, I looked at my belly and knew that no one, ever, could take away what was ours.
That night, I fell asleep for the first time in months, with my father’s hand clasped over mine, and thoughts of my child. Outside, the wind brought the scent of rain and damp earth, and the forest whispered one thing: courage and love can overcome even the strongest adversaries.
I was no longer a prisoner of wealth, lies, or betrayals. I was now a mother, and nothing could change that.
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