CHAPTER 63

The rain continued to pour down as Jessica and Philip darted through the narrow streets, their footsteps echoing off the wet pavement. The cold, biting wind whipped around them, making it hard to see or hear anything but the pounding of their hearts and the relentless drumming of the rain. Jessica's mind raced, trying to figure out their next move, but all she could think about was the man they had just seen—the one who worked for her father.

"Philip, we can't keep running like this," Jessica gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts as they turned a corner and slowed to a brisk walk. "He'll find us eventually."

Philip glanced around, his face set in a grim expression. "We need to find somewhere safe to regroup. We can't go back to my place, and I don't trust any of our usual spots."

Jessica nodded, her mind spinning with possibilities. "Maybe... maybe we should go to Clara," she suggested hesitantly. "She knows the situation, and she might have some ideas on how to deal with this."