He followed Phatima as she directed them in the direction they needed to walk in order to reach the home she would be staying in.
They walked about two blocks before stopping in front of a one-story home, closed in by a cement wall.
“This is the place,” Phatima sighed, turning to look at Liam. He eyed the house for every crevice he could see before turning to look at her. “And you’re sure you’ll be fine here?”
“I’m positive,” she remarked, reaching for the duffle. He shuffled it back so she couldn’t grab it as he walked past her to the gate to knock.
She stood back with a small pout on her face, slightly confused at his actions, while Liam continued to ignore her, hyper-focused on the older lady that had opened the gate. He immediately remembered her from the market as the kind lady wh
