Lena's body was still trembling from the tension, her breath shallow and uneven. The past few days had been a blur of fear, danger, and relentless running. She had barely caught her breath since the explosion, her thoughts constantly racing, unable to settle. The only thing that kept her going was the hope that Ethan was still alive, somewhere out there.
Andrew had been guiding her to safety, leading her through dark alleys and abandoned streets, trying to keep her hidden from the eyes of whoever might be hunting them. Lena had questions, so many questions, but Andrew kept them brief, his answers always cryptic and short. He was too focused on keeping them both safe to explain anything more.
But now, as they reached the small, secluded cabin, Lena couldn’t hold back the overwhelming need to know. "Where’s Ethan?" she asked, her voice hoarse, though she had barely spoken since they arrived.