The first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the luxurious hotel room.
Rosa was already awake, seated by the window with a cup of coffee in her hands. She turned to me with a small smile.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she said softly. "Sleep okay?"
I stretched, letting out a groan.
"Better than I have in a long time."
She raised her cup in a mock toast.
"Here's to freedom, even if it's temporary."
I nodded, swinging my legs off the bed.
"We need to figure out what to do next. Staying here forever isn't an option."
Rosa leaned back in her chair, her gaze distant.
"We could head south, maybe find a small town where no one would think to look for us. Or leave the country entirely if you're feeling ambitious."
I rubbed my temples, the enormity of our situation pressing down on me.
