(Hurries through the crowded streets, her senses heightened, every shadow seeming to hold a threat. She canโt go home; itโs no longer safe.)
๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐/ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐
(Remembers a conversation with Maya, a passing mention of a safe house, a place to lie low if things got dangerous.)
๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐/ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐
(Frantically searches her memory, trying to recall the details. A specific address? A landmark? Anything?)
๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐/ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐
(A flash of memory: Maya scribbling an address on a napkin, tucking it into her purse. Anika had glimpsed it โ 14th Street, above the old bookstore.)
๐ผ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐/ ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐
(Hailing a cab, she gives the address, her voice tight with anxiety. The driver nods, oblivious to the urgency of her situation.)
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