The morning was a blur of activity as the group packed up their belongings and prepared to leave for the safe house which Interpol had set up. The sense of urgency that had driven them over the past days hadn't completely dissipated, but it had shifted to a quieter, more methodical energy. Every movement was purposeful, every decision deliberate. They knew they couldn't afford to leave anything personal or of value behind—not just for their safety, but for their peace of mind.
Mia moved through the small room that Claire and Matt had let her stay in, gathering her things and double-checking that nothing important was left behind. Misty trotted by her side, occasionally sniffing at the bags as if she knew something big was about to happen. Mia paused to pet her, drawing comfort from the small, familiar gesture.
"Ready to go?" Andrew's voice came from the doorway, where he stood watching her with a gentle smile.
