(Saline POV)
I entered in the small cottage like house of Lauren. It was a small simple house and had only two rooms. It was made of wood and had a small kitchen and a washroom. It was simple just like Lauren but had a cozy and welcoming feeling. It felt like a home. This feeling was totally opposite to the feeling which I felt in my own house. That house had a cold and ruthless vibe but it felt like home.
A cot was present with a sidewall and she gestured to me to sit there. I sat on it and started waiting for her. She entered in the kitchen and started making a few pastes of herbs for my bruises and wounds.
I remembered the night, Which I spent in the prison. A shudder of fear ran down my spine and my eyes started stinging with the unshed tears. At first, I thought that maybe moving
