Tia's pov
I walked through the door, my mind still reeling from the events of the day. The fact that we had accepted Lia still made feel that something was going on.
Tia looked up at me, concern etched on her face. "Hey, how did it go?" she asked, her voice soft. She was expecting me to say something since I got back, but I had been silent, staring at her with worry on my face all the while.
After a while, I took a deep breath, trying to process my thoughts. "I took Lia to the safe house you asked me to," I said, my eyes locking onto Tia's. "But to be honest, I'm not sure if we should be helping her."
I expressed my worry from before which caused her to sigh.
Tia's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? We have to help her, she's in danger."
"Just as she said right?" I asked, and then I shook my head, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. "I know she said she's in danger, but something about this doesn't feel right. I think Lia might be hiding something. She might
