As the plane took off, Joanna watched out the window, her heart heavy with worry. The city lights grew smaller and smaller, until they were nothing but a distant glow on the horizon.
Miguel sat beside her, his face stoic and focused. He knew what he had to do. As soon as Joanna was in his mansion safe, he would go after Rodriguez.
The flight passed in a blur, and soon the plane was descending into the city where they lived. As the plane touched down on the runway, Joanna looked at Miguel with uncertainty.
As the passengers disembarked, Miguel took Joanna's hand in his, his expression serious. "Gio will be waiting for us outside the terminal," he said, his voice low and urgent. "He'll take us straight home."
Joanna nodded, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. "Okay," she whispered, her voice almost trembling.
