The sun was barely beginning to rise, casting a faint, ghostly light through the thick trees as we finally approached the cabin. It was small, tucked away deep in the forest, and almost completely hidden from view. I could see now why my father had chosen it as a retreat—its isolation made it perfect for someone who wanted to disappear.
Ethan helped William inside, his movements careful as he lowered him onto a worn leather couch in the small living room. I set Ava down, my arms aching, and looked around. The cabin was sparse but stocked with the basics—a small kitchen, a few pieces of furniture, and the unmistakable scent of aged wood that filled the air.
"Will this place keep us safe?" Ava asked softly, her wide eyes taking in the surroundings.
