"Grandma, don't say that. You raised me it's only right that I take care of you now. Once we're actually free, we'll go somewhere they'll never find us." Isla smiled, gently massaging her grandmother's legs, voice low as she spoke about the future she was fighting for.
Her grandmother smiled through obvious pain, tears welling instantly.
"Grandma, why are you crying?" Isla quickly wiped the tears away.
Guilt washed over her, sudden and overwhelming, and her own eyes filled up too. "This is all my fault. I dragged you into this. You should be enjoying your retirement, and instead you're a hostage."
"Isla, sweetheart." Her grandmother suddenly gripped her hand, tight and fierce, eyes blazing with resolve. "Run. Don't worry about me anymore. You're young you have your whole life ahead of
