They finally arrived at the safe house, a nondescript building tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. The driver parked the van, and Cherry quickly helped Lila out, ushering her toward the entrance.
"Stay close," Cherry instructed, her protective instincts kicking in as they moved inside.
Once inside, they entered a small living room that was dimly lit and sparsely furnished. Cherry scanned the area, noting the bare walls and the faint smell of stale coffee. "This will do," she said, trying to keep her tone light for Lila's sake.
"Are we safe here?" Lila asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"For now, yes," Cherry assured her, kneeling down to meet her eye level. "But we need to figure out our next steps. Can you tell us if you remember anything about the men who took you?"
Lila's eyes filled with tears as she nodded slowly. "I—I remember their faces. They were really scary."
