Contigo A Muerte -

"We don’t have to do this," Mateo whispered, his voice cracking. "I can take the fall. You can still walk away."

"You remember what we said when we left the city?" she asked. Mateo nodded. "I remember." Contigo a muerte

The rain didn’t just fall; it hammered against the rusted hood of the '84 sedan, a rhythmic drumbeat to the silence between them. Outside, the lights of the border checkpoint flickered like dying stars. "We don’t have to do this," Mateo whispered,

Mateo gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. Beside him, Elena was tying a makeshift bandage around her forearm, her movements slow but precise. "We don’t have to do this

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