The moment Alexander got the news, he called Michael. His voice was tense, filled with urgency. "Michael, where's your mother staying?"

Michael sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. Emilio, seated nearby, watched him intently, his small face scrunched with worry.

"I'll text you the address" Michael said, trying to keep his voice steady, though his frustration was evident.

"I’ll handle things on my end. Just... stay focused. I’ll text you once I’ve sorted something out."

The call ended, leaving Michael staring at his phone. Emilio’s big eyes tracked every move, and Michael gave him a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Before he could speak...