Jenny's POV:
The chill in the air was sharper now, biting through my clothes and clinging to my skin as Julie and I made our way through the dense forest. Our breaths came out in visible puffs, mingling with the fog that twisted around the trees like ghosts of our past.
Julie led the way; she was so focused. “We need to get to the safe house. It’s a bit farther, but it’s secluded and secure.” Her voice was steady, but I could sense an undercurrent of urgency.
With every step, the forest seemed to swallow our sounds. Each snap of a twig underfoot felt like it might betray us. My mind raced with fears. What if someone had already found us? What if our plans were falling apart?
We arrived at the safe house just as the first light of dawn began filtering through the trees. It was a small,
