Getting back in the car was only awkward for the first couple of minutes because my paranoid brain kept telling me that everyone knew what Gabe and I had been doing.
Everyone went about normally, as they were. And about 20 minutes into being back on the road, my father called Gabe and I listened to them talk about what would need to be done once we got to the safe house.
My father had one of his men send pictures of the cabin and surrounding area to my phone. Seeing how beautiful it was there made this drive worth it. No matter how impatient I was.
There were security cameras everywhere and some pretty hardcore traps set to injure or most likely end up killing anyone who stepped within the perimeters that set them off.
I was going to need to be shown very carefully exactly where I cou
