3:45 AM. Private Hangar, Kendall road.

The black sedan moved through the empty streets like a phantom, gliding past the sleeping city, past the mainland bridges, and turning onto a restricted access road near the airport.

Inside the car, Sophia sat on the edge of the leather seat, her hands clutching her trash bag of clothes. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs, but the panic was slowly being replaced by a dizzying sense of relief.

She looked at the partition separating her from the driver.

“Excuse me?” she asked, her voice small. “Where are we going? Is it the Airport?”

Silence.

“Please,” she pressed, leaning forward. “I just...