Leo hesitated, glancing at Rita. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a fleeting moment where he considered taking advantage of the situation.
Simon was vulnerable, Bethany was distracted, and this could be their chance to escape.
But Rita's worried expression stopped him. She wasn't thinking about escape; she was thinking about Simon. Her hands trembled as she adjusted his head, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Leo sighed, his shoulders sagging. "Fine," he muttered, stepping out of the car.
Together, they carried Simon into the mansion.
The interior was just as dilapidated as the exterior, but it offered shelter. Bethany led them to a room on the ground floor, pushing open a door to reveal a sparse but clean space.
A single bed sat against the wall, its sheets slightly dusty but otherwise intact.
"Lay him down," Bethany instructed, lighting an old lamp on the bedside table.
