She did not cry in the car.

She sat in the dark of the parking court with Alma asleep in the seat beside her, and she watched the lit windows of the estate, and then she took out her phone and sent the entire video to her father with three words: Please review this.

General Salazar called back inside of ninety seconds.

He did not open with outrage, which was how she knew he was truly angry; her father’s fury had always run cold and quiet and precise.

His first words were the first words he had asked her at the door of every dangerous thing in her life.

“Are you and Alma safe?”