His awake

What do we do now?" I whispered, feeling utterly lost. "We can't go back to the mansion." Rachel nodded, her expression a mix of determination and fear. "We'll find a place around here," she said. "Somewhere close enough to keep an eye on him, but hidden from Mr. Blackwood's reach." The next day, we set out early, the crisp morning air biting at our cheeks. We drove through winding country roads, searching for a new place to call home. Each house and apartment we passed seemed to hold the promise of a new beginning, a life free from the mansion's dark secrets. But every time Rachel slowed down, my heart raced, fearing we'd be found out. Finally, we stumbled upon a quaint cottage, nestled in a grove of trees just outside of town. It was small, but it had a cozy charm that felt welcoming. Rachel pulled over, and we approached the landlady, a plump woman with a kind smile and a no-nonsense attitude. She took one look at us, huddled together with our suitcases, and her expression softened.