The first sign something was wrong came at 3:17 a.m.
Angel woke to the soft vibration of her phone on the nightstand—silent mode, but the screen lit up with a single notification from an unknown number:
They know where you are. Run.
She sat up fast, heart slamming against her ribs.
The bedroom was dark except for the faint blue glow of the security panel on the wall.
Rafael slept on her left—arm slung over her waist, breathing deep and even.
Augustine on her right—face buried in her neck, one leg thrown over hers.
Gabriel lay at the foot of the bed—always the one who slept lightest—eyes already open, watching her in the dim light.
He didn’t speak.
He just sat up—silent—and reached for the gun he kept under the pillow.
The panel on the wall flashed red.
Perimeter Breach – East Ga
