Chapter 070 - Safehouse and Pieces of Evidence

Rohan and Tyrianne sit across from each other in a dimly lit room, sharing breakfast and visibly shaken. Dust fills the air and the slivers of light that sneak in from the outside illuminate the room.

He shifts his gaze to her, and like him, her face is pale and drawn. He can see the worry in her expression, the same as what he is feeling now.

Tyrianne breaks the silence. “How could it have been so easy?” Her voice is barely audible and there is a tremble in her voice as she speaks.

Rohan shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he admits.

“Do you think it’s a trap?”

“But we’re still alive.”

“A delayed trap, perhaps?”

Still, Rohan feels like someone is laughing at him–as if he is being played around.

“How safe is this place?” she asks.

“You’re the only person who knows this place.”

“I’m worried about my kids in the orphanage.”

“I don’t think they would massacre them.”

“Rohan!” she scolds, and she might not have noticed herself, but she just called him by his name.

“Should I apolog