ADRIANNA’S POV

Eric drove into a building at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, which left me puzzled. But I didn't panic because I knew that as long as it was him, he was taking us to a safe place.

But I couldn’t stop wondering what the place was. He promised to find a better place for us to stay. Maybe this was the place. It didn’t look like an inn, motel, or guesthouse. Rather it looked like a residential building—like a place where a family lived.

The building was a simple duplex with cream walls and dark window frames. At the front, there was a small gate that led...