The night air was cool as the taxi slowly stopped in front of a small motel on the side of the road. The engine hummed quietly, and the lights from the motel flickered weakly in the dark.
The driver turned his head and looked at Angela, who was sitting quietly in the backseat, hugging her bag close to her chest.
“You sure you wanna stay here, miss?” he asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.
Angela blinked, looking up from her thoughts. “Why?” she asked softly.
The driver scratched his head and looked around carefully before leaning a little closer to her. “I mean… your boss might still find you here. These kinds of places, they don’t ask questions, but… they’re not safe either. If he really wants to find you, a motel’s the first place he’ll check.”
Angela’s eyes widened. Her
