The cool night air brushed against their skin as they raced towards Dave's house, their destination a beacon of hope in the darkness. They navigated through the familiar streets, their footsteps echoing in the quietude. The closer they got, the faster their hearts raced, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through their veins, they needed to be sure, Olivia didn't send men after them.
Finally, they reached Dave's house, its silhouette looming against the moonlit sky. With a surge of adrenaline, they went towards the front door, their movements cautious and steady. The door creaked open, a sound that seemed to pierce the silence of the night. They slipped inside, their breath held in anticipation.
The house was dark and still, the only sound the ticking of his grandfather's clock in the living room. They moved through the house like ghosts, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. They reached Dave's bedroom, a haven of familiarity amidst the chaos.
