Chapter 4 - The 911 Call from the Gatehouse
Sneaking through the dense palm trees surrounding the perimeter fence, Hannah guided Maya toward the estate’s security gatehouse.
The old gatekeeper, terrified of losing his job under Victoria's cruel rule, hesitated when he saw the wet, bleeding women.
"Open the gate and call 911 immediately, or you will be charged as an accomplice to attempted murder!" Hannah commanded firmly.
The guard’s hands shook as he dialed three digits on his landline, reporting a severe domestic emergency at the Vance residence.
Within seven minutes, the distant wail of sirens echoed down the palm-lined boulevard of the exclusive Coral Gables neighborhood.
Maya sat on a wooden bench inside the gatehouse, clutching a warm towel around her shivering, wet maternity dress.
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"Stay strong, Maya," Hannah comforted, wrapping her arm around Maya's shoulders. "Help is finally here."
A Miami-Dade Fire Rescue ambulance screeched to a halt outside the iron gates, its red and blue lights flashing against the stone walls.
