Robert and Emma looked at each other in the unexpected response hanging in the air.
"The old warehouse?"
Robert's eyes asked a thousand questions, his mind racing.
"Do you know it?" he asked Emma, furrowing his brow.
Emma nodded, a reflective look on her face.
"I know it," she said in a measured tone. Robert still eyed her reassuringly.
"What are you thinking?" he asked in a low, controlled tone.
"Let's get some rest," she said, her voice soothing.
She led Robert to his bed, her hands soft, her touch comforting.
As she slipped the duvet over him, his eyes met hers, shining with gratitude.
"Thanks, Emma," he whispered hoarsely.
Emma's smile trembled, her eyes misting.
"You're safe now, Robert," she whispered.
With one final look, Emma turned off the light and went to her room.
