Chleo and Ashley didn't know how long their ride was, but the jeep finally stopped somewhere. During the journey, neither Chleo nor Ashley dared to look at the black people who were busy staring at them with an intangible look. They preferred to stare at the grip of their hands while giving each other support for each other.
The two of them could only breathe a sigh of relief when the jeep they were riding in stopped. Even so, they were still vigilant and cautious. After all, they were in a foreign place and with people who didn't seem to be American.
The back door of the jeep swung open, and one of the black men waved at Chleo and Ashley. His hand movements seemed to tell them to get out of the car and follow the person.
