POV: Amelia
We reached the final safe house just as the sun began to rise. The children were exhausted but safe in my arms. Ethan carried the bags while Clara checked every corner of the old cabin.
“This place is off the grid,” Clara said. “No one should find us here for a few days.”
Ava rubbed her eyes and looked around the wooden room. “Is this our new home, Mommy? It smells like old wood.”
I smiled and kissed her forehead. “For now it is, sweetheart. We will find a real home soon. One where no one can scare us again.”
Aiden sat on the couch and pulled out a drawing from his bag. “I made this for you. It is all of us together. No more bad ladies.”
Ethan knelt beside him and looked at the drawing. “That is beautiful, son. We are going to make that picture real. I promise you that.”
