22nd Day of the Marriage Game
Hours Earlier
The getaway car was parked in the shadows of a secluded grove, its engine humming softly as Hart handed Owel the keys. The rain had eased into a gentle drizzle, the storm’s fury now a distant memory. his parents climbed into the backseat, their expressions weary but relieved to be free from Ohm’s grasp.
Hart lingered by the driver’s side, his gaze steady as he handed him a slip of paper with an address scrawled on it.
“This place is secure,” he said, his voice low but firm. “A very nice couple has ensured that it’s safe and secure. You’ll be safe there.”
He hesitated, his fingers brushing against the keys as he studied Hart’s face.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion. “Why help us now?”
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