It took us nearly an hour to get there. Past the city noise. Past the rich neighborhoods. Past the places where people actually looked you in the eye.
The Haven Outreach Program.
One of those small, squat buildings at the edge of the city. The kind people passed without a second thought. Beige bricks. Faded sign. A tiny garden someone still clearly took the time to water.
It looked like peace. Which made me suspicious.
As we stepped out of the car, I felt Olivia hesitate beside me.
She didn't say anything, but her pace slowed. Her hands tugged at her sleeves. She stepped slightly behind me, like she didn't want to be seen.
I glanced at her. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she said quickly.
But she wasn't.
She kept close, too close. Eyes flicking around like she was searching for someone, or hiding from them.
I didn't push. I had enough spirals in my own head.
