Camila, aware that they were discussing the box, watched with growing apprehension.

"Ask Willie to find someone to examine it," Isaac directed. "We need confirmation."

"Alright," Forrest said. “But our priority is getting out of here. It's no longer safe."

“Start making arrangements immediately," Isaac ordered.

Forrest nodded and turned to leave. Pausing at the doorway, he added in a low voice, “Your registered properties can be easily traced. My house is a safer option. It's been in my family for years, making it harder to track."

Isaac acknowledged his suggestion with a curt nod. Then, turning to Camila, he said, "Mila, come with me."

He rose, prompting Camila to rush to his side and offer him her arm.

"Annis," she said, concern etched on her face, "it's been a while. Joe misses you dearly.”

Annis rose abruptly, her voice firm. “I'm going to see him now."

As they stepped into the room, Camila couldn't contain her curiosity.

“What's in that box?" she blurted out.

“A leg," Isaac replied simply.

Camila's eyes widened in shock, her balance momentarily faltering.

"We don't know for sure if it belongs to Alick," Isaac reassured her gently. "Try not to jump to conclusions."

"What are we going to do?" Camila forced herself to stay calm.

“Their message is clear," Isaac said grimly. "By delivering this leg, they've confirmed our location. We can't stay here."

"So where do we go from here?"

“Forrest will handle the arrangements," Isaac replied.

Camila nodded, but a knot of unease tightened in her stomach.

“What if it is Alick's leg?" she whispered, her thoughts drifting to Annis waiting outside.