“It’s cold… and it’s just the two of us in here. We don’t have a choice,” the woman said, her voice trembling—but not from fear alone.-thuyhien

Measuring.

Weighing.

Then slowly… she reached for the coat.

Pulled it around herself.

The change was instant.

Not trust.

But acceptance.

And sometimes, that was the first step.

“Those marks,” Mason said carefully, nodding toward her wrists. “You ran.”

Naelli’s jaw tightened.

“I didn’t run,” she said quietly. “I survived.”

He nodded once.

Fair enough.

Silence returned.

But it wasn’t the same silence as before.

It was… shared now.

The kind that didn’t demand words.

Hours passed.

The storm didn’t ease.

The fire burned lower.

Naelli shifted closer.

Not much.

Just enough.

Mason noticed—but didn’t react.

Didn’t make it something bigger than it was.

Just survival.

At some point, her voice came again, softer this time.

“They were going to sell me,” she said.

Mason’s hand stilled slightly.

He didn’t look up.

“They tied me. Traded me like I wasn’t a person.” A breath. “I waited until night. Then I cut the rope and ran.”

“And they followed.”

“Yes.”

He finally looked at her.

“Did they catch you?”

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