C15 A Battle of Betrayal And Blame

In the sanctuary of the safe house, an oppressive atmosphere of anxiety lingered. I perched uneasily on the frayed couch, my fingers quivering as I grappled with the chaos that had just erupted. Nearby, Clara, Rosa, and Isabel shared looks of worry and resolve.

"This can't be real," I murmured, her voice a faint hush. I raised my eyes to Clara, filled with a blend of dread and sorrow