ARIEL
Sarah drove us back and arrived at the old warehouse where I first met her. I felt a mix of emotions: relief, exhaustion, and confusion. I turned to Sarah and pleaded with her to take us home, but she refused, her expression strict and disagreeing.
"I can't take you home," she said. "I don't want anyone to see my face."
I was shocked by her response. Who was this mysterious woman, and why was she so concerned about her identity? I asked her directly, "Sarah, who are you?"
But she didn't answer me. Instead, she handed me a piece of paper with her contact information on it. "Call me," she said. "I have many things to tell you about your enemies."
I took the paper, feeling a sense of frustration and curiosity. Who was Sarah, and what does she know about my enemies? Why was she bein
