The drive to the safe house was tense, the quiet hum of the engine the only sound between us. Ethan sat behind the wheel, his face locked in a tight expression as he navigated the back roads. I sat in the backseat, my eyes darting between Martha and Ava, who was still unaware of the danger swirling around her. I hadn't had the heart to explain everything yet—she was too young to understand the weight of what was happening.
The safe house was a remote estate outside the city, one of the properties my father had purchased years ago under a shell company, making it almost impossible to trace back to us. As we approached the long driveway, the towering trees closed in around us, casting heavy shadows over the road. The isolation, though comforting in terms of security, only added to my unease.
"We'll be safe here, won't we?" Martha asked, her voice low but filled with concern. She sat beside Ava, gently brushing a hand through her hair to keep her calm.
