Kimberly stood in her apartment doorway, breathing in the familiar scent of lavender and home. It had only been days, but it felt like years.

Arturo had driven her back in silence, two additional SUVs trailing them. Now he stood in her living room, doing a security sweep like she was the President.

"All clear," he said finally. "We'll have men stationed around, monitoring the building perimeter. If you need anything…"

"I'll call Xavier. I know." Kimberly set her bag down. "Thank you, ...