#Chapter 541: Safehouse

Olivia As the others slept peacefully around me, all I could do was stare up at the boarded window and wish that I could see the stars. One night. It was only supposed to be one night, and our plan felt just as bulletproof as this safehouse. But still, despite all of the emotional training I had undergone with Freya, no amount of meditation could cure my anxiety. I felt like a prisoner. It was ironic, really, to see that way—knowing fully well what these women had endured. Unlike me, they weren’t here of their own free will. They were here because running away to a safehouse with boarded-up windows, bulletproof doors, and countless padlocks and deadbolts in a strange land was the only preferable alternative to the life they had been forced to live. As I laid there, staring at the heavily curtained and boarded window, I kept thinking back on everything. Specifically, I kept thinking back on the conversation I had had with that escort on the boat. All of the escorts had