Camila thought Alick was right.

This country was no longer safe.

Alick considered it for a moment. “Alright," he agreed. “I'll get things organized."

"Please, do it as quickly as possible," Camila pleaded.

Every minute and second felt like torture.

She longed to find him immediately.

But she had to prioritize her children's safety.

“Alick," Camila called out, halting him in his tracks. "He will be okay, right?" Weakness and pain tinged her words.

Alick couldn't bring himself to meet Camila's gaze.

He couldn't muster the courage to respond to her, though it wasn't for lack of wanting to offer her solace.

But because...

Upon learning of the accident, he hadn't rushed to inform Camila personally.

Instead, he promptly dispatched someone to the scene.

Confirmation arrived swiftly: the plane had indeed gone down, crashing into Dumpson.

Before making his way to her side, he received the sobering message: the wreckage had been discovered amidst the jagged peaks of Dumpson's rugged mountain terrain.

The knowledge gnawed at him. Air travel was typically deemed safe, but when tragedy struck, it struck with merciless finality.

Therefore, he remained silent, unable to find the words to convey the devastating truth.

The weight of hope often magnifies the sting of disappointment.

“I understand. Please, make the necessary arrangements. Can we depart before nightfall?" Camila inquired, her voice reflecting her exhaustion. Her gesture was feeble, her eyes pleading for reassurance.

"Yes," Alick affirmed.