Rosa had been carrying fresh towels toward the pool house when she heard Grace's scream cut through the peaceful afternoon air, and she didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second before dropping everything and sprinting toward the sound. She rounded the corner of the terrace to find Grace suspended precariously above the pool, clinging desperately to a thin metal cable that had clearly given way from whatever fixture had once secured it properly. Rosa's mind raced through the danger instantly — Grace was seven months pregnant with quintuplets, her body already carrying more weight and strain than it was ever meant to bear, and every second she remained hanging there increased the risk to both her and the five lives she carried. Rosa didn't stop to call for help first. She didn't stop to consider her own safety. She dropped to her knees at the terrace's edge and reached for the cable, gripping it firmly alongside Grace's trembling hands, adding her own strength to the desperate effort of keeping the pregnant woman from falling. "I have you!" Rosa shouted, her voice steady despite the fear thundering through her own chest. "Hold on tight! I'm not letting go!" Grace's terrified eyes met hers for just a moment, a flicker of desperate hope breaking through the panic, before both women returned their full attention to the impossible task of holding on against gravity and exhaustion. Rosa's arms burned almost instantly with the strain, but she gritted her teeth and held firm, refusing to let herself imagine what would happen if her grip failed even slightly. Above them, unnoticed by either woman in the desperate chaos of the moment, Eleanor had appeared on the balcony, watching the unfolding crisis with an expression that carried none of the urgency the situation demanded.