Mara’s POV
Finding my way to the safe house wasn’t as easy as I thought. I had to take the bus down there, walking would have taken longer. I didn’t know how many people could be stuck at the bus station around ten in the morning.
I finally got down from the bus and made my way closer to the outskirts. It was a completely different part of town from where I lived with Aiden.
The safe house was an old but beautiful and portable bungalow tucked into a little corner piece near the road leading to a river and some small town bridge.
The place was quiet and I found out why it was a safe house, the area smelled completely neutral. All I could smell was the river. No one had really lived in this area in years, it seemed like the whole area was paid for by older residents and now they had nowh
