Liz
The safe house was small and cozy. It sat nestled in between large sprawling pine trees with a perfect view of the beach on the other side. It had a white siding with a dark wood stained door and matching shutters. There was a covered porch with two rocking chairs overlooking the perfect view of the ocean. It was like a cottage from a fairytale.
I stood on the steps to the porch, marveling at its beauty, when the front door sprang open and Emma burst out to greet us. The moonlight was bright in the background and the waves crashing against the shore was the melody in my ears. Davis came out with a small toolbox in his hand and a light sheen of sweat coating his dark skin.
“You got here quicker than we expected,” Emma said with a worried hint in her voice. “We got everything as stra
