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The sun had barely appeared when we arrived at the airport. The driver opened the car door on the departure runway, where the plane was already waiting for everyone going to Sicily. Including my father. He came out first, adjusting his suit and giving me room to follow him.

Soldiers were already scattered across the runway, some preparing secondary planes and others just showing their presence under my father's active gaze over everyone. Accompanying him, I noticed Santiago look at his wristwatch once again — if I'm not mistaken, it's already the fourth time since we got into the car.

- Some problem? — I question, seeing my father deny it before turning to look at me.

— Head to the plane, we can't waste time.

I nod suspiciously.

It's not an idle distrust. Since yesterday, when we accepted that nothing was keeping us here anymore, both the movement of soldiers and in the cover itself became shocking. My father was always leaving and returning from the casino, making discreet calls