Wren’s Instructions
Derek opened his phone and quickly typed a message to Wren, his fingers trembling: “We’re being followed. Where can we go?” The response came almost instantly: “Safehouse nearby. Parking garage elevator, Level 3. Don’t use your phone after this.” Derek read the message aloud, his voice tight. “Can we trust this Wren?” Maddy asked, her brows furrowed. “We don’t have much choice,” Derek replied. “It’s this or keep running blindly.”
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