Diana
I breathe in the crisp mountain air, filling my lungs with its fresh scent of pine and freedom.
We made it.
The safehouse.
A winding gravel road cuts through dense forest, leading up to a sprawling timber log cabin.
No other buildings are in sight, just trees as far as the eye can see, their branches reaching up to the pale blue sky.
“We’re almost there.” Anthony’s hand tightens around mine, his knuckles whitening.
“Thank god,” I whisper. “We’re safe now.”
Anthony pulls up outside the cabin, the tires crunching on the gravel.
He kills the engine and silence blankets the forest. My heart races.
"What if this is a trap?" I ask."No, Frankie would never betray me. We can trust him," said Anthony.
“We should get inside.” His voice is husky.
I grin. “Lead the way.”
We exit the
