The air inside the quiet room felt thick and heavy.
The woman who had claimed to be Kimberly's mother sat motionless on the edge of the narrow bed, her eyes locked on the single window in the corner.
Outside, the wind rustled the dry leaves, and distant howls echoed into the night. But inside her mind, a storm was raging.
*I can't just sit here doing nothing. I've been quiet long enough... it's time I act. It's time I do my part.* She thought to herself.
She reached beneath the bed and pulled out a small, worn bag. It had seen years of travel, perhaps a life far different from the one anyone now knew.
She stood up, checked the mirror once, composed, but troubled and stepped outside the room.
As she made her way toward the exit of the residence, Elijah stood near the entrance of the living room. His gaze sharpened the moment he saw her.
"Ma'am," he greeted, straightening up. "Where do you wish to go? I could ask one of the drivers to take you."
