Sienna's back pressed against cold stone.

The wind whipped around the lighthouse, tugging at her clothes. Below, the ocean crashed against rocks. White foam. Deadly.

Leo was crying against her shoulder. "Mama, I'm scared. I'm so scared."

"I know, baby. Me too." She kissed his head. Tried to sound calm. "But we're going to be okay. I promise."

Behind them, guards inched along the ledge. Slow. Careful. But coming.

"There's nowhere to go, senhora," one called out. "Come back. No one has to get hurt."

Sienna looked ahead. The ledge continued around the curve of the lighthouse. But it was getting narrower. Crumbling. Unsafe.

She looked down. A hundred feet...