When Lily and Ethan reached the safe home, there was a lot of tension in the air. The small building, which stood in stark contrast to the pandemonium they had left behind, was tucked away in a remote area of the city. Although its remote position gave them a sense of protection, Lily felt that it also made their task seem more serious.
She looked around the room as she entered. The safe house had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a tiny living area. The furniture was practical but not particularly welcoming, and the walls were empty except for a few old photos. It was obvious that this was a home designed for survival rather than comfort.
As Lily stood in the middle of the room with her arms folded securely across her chest, Ethan moved with the ease of practice, checking the locks on the windows and doors. As the truth of their predicament set in, her mind swirled.
"Do you believe they will pursue us?" The stillness was broken by her question.
