CHAPTER 174

The sun had set completely by the time Jessica arrived at the safe house, a nondescript building tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. The streets were eerily still, heightening her sense of urgency. She knocked softly on the door, her heart racing as she waited for Greg or Philip to answer.

“Jessica!” Greg’s voice called from the other side, and the door swung open. Relief flooded her as she stepped inside.

“Where’s Philip?” she asked, glancing around the dimly lit room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with dusty books, and a large table in the center held various supplies—flashlights, maps, and a few snacks.

“He’s not back yet,” Greg said, his brow furrowed with concern. “I thought he’d be here by now.”

“Did you try to call him?” Jessica questioned, biting her lip.

“I did, but there’s no signal in here. I’m worried he got caught,” Greg admitted, pacing the small space.

“Stop it. He’s resourceful. He’ll find a way,” Jessica reassured him, though uncertainty gnawed at her own