"We’re leaving," Isabella said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "Alma, thank you. Please, take care of yourself. I don’t know what Enrico will do if he finds out you helped us."
"I will," Alma replied, her voice softer now. "But you need to go, Isabella. Don’t wait. Run."
With that, the line went dead. Isabella stood there for a moment, the phone still pressed to her ear, as the weight of Alma’s words settled over her.
"Papa," Isabella said, turning to face everyone. "We need to leave. Now."
They all looked at her in shock, but there was no time for explanations. Isabella could see the fear in their eyes, the understanding that something terrible was coming.
"We have to go," Isabella urged, her voice firm. "Enrico is coming for us. He knows where we are. We
