The streets were eerily quiet as we moved, sticking to the shadows. Every sound such as the distant footsteps, the rustling of the wind sent a fresh wave of paranoia through me.
William led the way, his pace quick but controlled. I followed closely behind, gripping my mother’s wheelchair as we navigated through the uneven pavement. My hands were slick with sweat, but I refused to let go.
We couldn’t stop. Not now.
My mother’s voice was barely a whisper. “We need to head south first. The main streets will be crawling with Bernard’s men.”
William nodded and took a sharp turn down a narrow alley. The further we went, the more the city seemed to close in around us—cracked buildings, flickering streetlights, and the overwhelming stench of damp concrete and garbage.
My mother’s breathing wa
