PART 2: THE SHADOWS AT THE GATE
The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind Julián and Clara, leaving them standing on the grand stone porch in the pouring rain.
Security guards tossed their bags onto the wet gravel driveway, turning their backs on the disgraced siblings without a single word.
At the end of the long iron driveway, black tinted sedans sat idling in the darkness, waiting patiently for them to step off the estate grounds.
“They’re waiting for us, Julián,” Clara whimpered, her hands trembling as she pulled her coat tightly around her shoulders. “The loan sharks know we don’t have the money.”
Julián dragged his hands through his wet hair, his mind racing to find an exit from the trap they had built for themselves.
Suddenly, a hidden side door of the mansion creaked open, casting a sliver of warm light across the slippery cobblestones.
(Who was motioning them back inside the shadows? Click “Next Page” to continue to PART 3…)
