Rain lashed against the cracked windows of their small Seoul apartment. Hana could hear the sirens again — distant, but closing in. Her father's hands shook as he stuffed passports, a few photographs, and money into an old suitcase.
"Don't look back, Hana," he said softly, his voice trembling. "From tonight, we're not the Lees anymore."
Lightning flashed, revealing the fear in his eyes. Hana wanted to ask where they were going, but her throat tightened. She'd already seen the news — their faces on the screen, accused of a murder they didn't commit. The boy's family wanted justice, and the city wanted blood.
Her father grabbed her hand and pulled her into the storm. They ran through dark alleys, splashing through puddles, their hearts pounding in sync with the rain. Every step felt like leaving a piece of their life behind.
Hours later, they stood in front of the airport gates, drenched and breathless.
"America," he whispered. "A new start."
Hana turned back once. The city that once held her dreams now held her nightmares. She didn't know it yet—but across the ocean, fate was waiting to test how far a secret could travel.