Blinking against the early morning light that crept through the thick canopy above, we came out of the tunnel. We had just passed through a gloomy stretch, so the fresh air was a sharp contrast, but there was no time to enjoy it. Neil's men followed closely behind, and I had no doubt that they would pursue us until they had done so. Despite the weight of the discovery, I was motivated to live and complete the task we had begun.
Every step Lydia took led us more into the bush as she gestured for us to follow her along a winding route that wound through the trees. Her swift and quiet movements were a reflection of the years she had spent dodging individuals like Neil. I stayed close to her, Ethan following, his eyes always searching our surroundings.
Whispering to herself, Lydia said, "We're almost to a road that leads to a safe point." "We can then get in touch with someone who can help us remain anonymous until the news breaks."
