As soon as the plane touched down, Camila was the first out of her seat, practically sprinting through the terminal.

She grabbed a taxi, her voice tight with urgency. "Médica Sur, por favor. Rápido."

The taxi driver, sensing her distress, nodded and sped off, weaving through the city's chaotic traffic. The journey was a blur of honking horns, crowded streets, and towering buildings. Camila pulled out her phone, dialing Rachel's number, her heart pounding.

"Rachel..." ...