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area ended, and we stood at the edge of an old, seemingly abandoned piece of property. No larger than an acre in size, the grass spanned the area—green, lush, and incredibly overgrown. Placed almost strategically dead-center in the field was a respectively small, two-story log cabin. 
    “You wanted a place to stay,” Luke said, his eyes running rapidly over the countless tufts of wildflowers. “How’s this look?”
    I let my eyes trace all the features that Luke had been studying since we stopped at the edge of the path. Like the dirt road we’d taken to get there, I’d never seen anything like it.
    “Where are we?” I asked, turning to him.
    He adjusted his bag and smiled up at the cabin, and for a moment I could’ve swore I heard him whisper “home.”
    As if we didn’t need any kind of indication from the other, we both started toward the house, our steps almost perfectly in-sync as we reached the front door.
    Luke reached above the doorframe to retrieve a hidden key. I watched him with a creased brow, wondering how he’d known that the key—or the road, property, and cabin, for that matter—had been there.
    He put the key into the lock, turned it once, and proceeded to push the rickety door forward.
    He took the liberty of stepping into the house first, so I followed right behind him. He bent over to put his bags down next to the door, and then he turned back to take mine.
    “Luke,” I asked, throwing a glance around the cabin. Only the living room and staircase were visible from the doorway, but I assumed there was more to the house just beyond my line of sight. Letting my eyes trail up the staircase and to the second-floor loft, my eyes stopped on the beautiful woodwork that made up the indoor balcony. The view overlooked the first floor living space, which was complete with a couch, rocking chair, and three shelves of old books. I had no doubt that the cabin was old, but from what I could see it was clean and well-maintained. I half-expected to see an inch of dust on every surface, broken windows, and shoddy floorboards. But the house was surprisingly well-kept. “Where did you say we were?”
    “Well,” he said, looking around the dimly lit space. The only light came through the old curtains hanging on the windows. “For the time being, this is our safe house.”
    “ This is our safe house?” I asked, not disguising my disbelief for even a second. “With all due respect to the plan, this doesn’t feel safe in the least. We’re out in the middle of nowhere.”
    “Exactly,” he said with one nod. “Only a few important people ever knew this place existed, and now they’re all gone. No one’s finding us out here.” He finally closed the door that we’d been standing in front of. “Now, make yourself at home, Little. We may be here a while.”
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Sunday, April 07 | 8:00 a.m.
    Our first night in the cabin was a restless one.
    After taking a few minutes to give me the grand tour of the house—a whopping two-minute walk-through—Luke proceeded to lay down the ground rules. I was ordered to sleep in the double bed in the upstairs loft. Since there were no windows or entrances to the second floor (with the exception of the staircase), he seemed to believe I’d be safest there. His plan was to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room—if sleep became necessary—and otherwise stand guard on the first floor while I slept.
    By nightfall, Luke hadn’t said much. We’d already left the cabin once earlier in the evening to find dinner (after skipping lunch that afternoon), but he hadn’t even taken that opportunity to play nice. He simply kept to himself, and he seemed to be perfectly content in doing so.
    We’d only been back at the cabin for a few hours after dinner, but each of us had gone our separate ways. Luke spent most of his time on the couch leafing through an old book he’d found tucked away on a shelf in the living room. He seemed intrigued by whatever it was,