Alexander:
She hesitated the moment she saw the car.
Not fear exactly, more like instinct. The kind built from experience. From learning that when something looks too safe, too easy, it usually isn’t.
I didn’t rush her.
I leaned against the driver’s door and waited, watching the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hand hovered protectively over her stomach before she even realized she was doing it.
“Why a car? I don’t understand, I thought that we were walking?” she asked finally, eyes lifting to mine.
“We were...” I said calmly, doing my best not to scare her, knowing well that she was still hesitant. “But we can’t keep walking aimlessly.”
“Where are we going?” She asked, taking a step back, clearly afraid of what was to come.
“Somewhere you can rest,” I replied. “Somewhere qu
