And by Violet’s lead, he parked his car in front of her purple house. His car ran into the garage and he parked his car next to her black CUV which would become their transportation for their next escape plan. They couldn’t stay in the same place for more than three days. Paul’s eyes were everywhere.
“You’re living alone here?” Rith asked while helping her out of the car. She groaned as she brushed her own wounds. He carefully helped her get into the house.
“Nope,” His eyebrow raised at her response. She smiled weakly. It finally felt like home, warm and comfy. The smell of lavender always lingered around, the violet shade reflected from the purple curtain and the sound of the collar bell of her dog rang rapidly from her room. Even before she could settle on the table, the Pomeranian ran
