Isabella gripped Alma's hand tightly, her fingers trembling as she tried to steady herself. She looked into Alma's concerned eyes, the weight of her decision pressing down on her like a heavy stone. "Alma," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I need your help. Please… I don’t have anyone else I can trust."
Alma's eyes widened slightly, sensing the gravity of what Isabella was about to ask. "Of course, madam. I'll do anything I can to help you. What do you need?"
Isabella hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she was about to ask was dangerous, possibly even treacherous, but she had no other choice. If she was going to save her father, she needed to act now, and Alma was her only hope.
"I know you have ways," Isabella continued, her voice trembling with both
