* maya's P. o. v*
As we walked, the city's streets seemed to grow darker, the shadows deepening into secrets. Aisha's eyes darted nervously around
us, her grip on my hand tightening with every step. I knew that look; it was the same one she'd worn the night our father left.
"Aisha, we need to talk," I said, my voice low and urgent.
She nodded, her eyes still scanning the crowds. "I know. I've been thinking the same thing."
We ducked into a small café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloping us like a
warm hug. The owner, Mrs. Patel, greeted us with a warm smile. "Girls, what brings you here tonight?"
"We're just hiding from the rain," I said, trying to sound casual.
Mrs. Patel nodded sympathetically. "Well, you're safe here. I'll bring you some tea."
As she bustled off, Aisha leaned in close. "What do we know about the scar-faced man?"
I hesitated, my mind racing. "Not much, but I think he's connected to something bigger. Something that could put us in grave danger."
Aisha's eyes widened. "Like what?"
I glanced around the café, ensuring we were alone. "I've been thinking about Father's disappearance. Maybe this is connected."
Aisha's face paled. "You think Father's involved?"
I shook my head. "I don't know, but we need to investigate. See if we can uncover any leads."
Mrs. Patel returned with our tea, and we sipped it in silence, our minds racing with possibilities.
The warmth of the cup felt comforting, but I knew it was a fleeting sense of security.
As we left the café, the night air seemed to vibrate with tension. We were walking into the unknown, and I wasn't sure if we'd make it out unscathed.
"Aisha, promise me one thing," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What's that?" she asked, her eyes locked on mine.
"If anything happens to me, you keep running. Don't look back."
Aisha's face set in determination. "I won't leave you, Maya. We're in this together."
I smiled, a sense of gratitude washing over me. Sisters forever, no matter what.