When I finally came to, a fog of dizziness and confusion enveloped me. Waves of pain surged through my body, but one thought blazed fiercely in my mind: Leo. My heart pounded in terror until I heard his voice, fragile yet calm.
“Mom… stay still.”
His small hand lay gently on my cheek, and through the haze, I realized he was unharmed, save for a few scratches. Relief flooded through me, but I forced myself to remain motionless. Our survival instinct kicked in; we needed to be invisible, unseen, and unheard.
Minutes stretched into an eternity as we lay among the debris, pretending to be lifeless. The sounds of footsteps and hushed voices drifted down from the clifftop.
“Are you sure?” Chloe’s voice rang out, laced with impatience.
“Yes,” Dad replied. “There’s no way they could survive that.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. Their words confirmed the unthinkable. My own family had planned this—planned to eliminate us.
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