Chapter 11 - Seeking Refuge in Old Memories
The heavy steel door of the basement safe room slammed shut behind Clara, locking automatically with a reassuring mechanical click.
She pulled Mia tight against her chest, huddling in the corner behind a stack of emergency supplies as muffled gunfire echoed above.
Her mind raced back to the night Gabriel had kissed her forehead and told her to run if he didn't return by dawn.
Now history was repeating itself, and her daughter was caught in the crossfire of a brutal syndicate war she never chose to join.
Clara breathed softly, whispering calming nursery rhymes into Mia’s ear to drown out the violent sounds of combat overhead.
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After ten agonizing minutes, the gunfire stopped completely, replaced by an eerie, suffocating silence that felt even more dangerous.
She held her breath, listening for heavy footsteps approaching the hidden bookshelf door from the main basement corridor.
