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Chapter Thirty-three

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My phone buzzed in my hand, Tyler's voice a lifeline in the tense silence of the living room.

"We're going first to secure Marco's safety," he said, his words laced with urgency. I could practically feel the tension in his voice, the weight of responsibility he carried. He had already abandoned his work, just as Joana had done, to ensure Marco's well-being.

"Thank you, Tyler!" I breathed, my voice shaky with relief. I glanced at Marco, oblivious to the storm brewing around him, happily building a tower of blocks in the corner.

"I will send a car to the airport to fetch you and Marco," Tyler added, his voice a soothing balm to my anxieties. I smiled, a small flicker of hope in the dark cloud of worry. He couldn't see it, but I knew he felt it.

"Thank you for doing that for Marco," I whispered, my voice thick with gratitude.

A familiar voice cut through the line, Joana's, sharp and determined. "We need to go!"

"Have a safe flight!" I called out, my
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