Owen
While we waited for the council's move, the next day came with an unsettling calm. No response, no decree, no sentence ordered on our heads.
Somehow, the unsettling feeling was worse than an attack.
By mid afternoon, we stopped pretending it meant nothing and began packing. Not just clothes, but necessities of every kind one needed to disappear. Identification papers under false names, cash sealed in waterproof sleeves, burner phones – all courtesy of Kavan. She really did have every possible connection.
The situation started to feel real after the first upload, but packing up, readying ourselves for escape, affirmed this reality.
I was heading from my car back towards the cabin when Kavan suddenly stepped into my path. When I lifted a questioning brow, she merely pointed behind
