The apartment was small—cramped, really. A single dim light flickered above them, casting harsh shadows on the cold metal walls. The air smelled stale, with the faint scent of disinfectant barely masking something more chemical underneath.
Winter knelt by the edge of the room, fingers carefully running along the seams of the walls. His sharp eyes scanned the corners, searching for anything out of place. Zara, crouched by the single table, did the same.
They couldn't take any chances.
Not with Leo.
The three-year-old giggled softly, playing with a small wooden block on the mattress in the corner. His dark curls bounced as he stacked another piece
Zara's heart ached watching him.
She wanted to keep it that way.
"Find anything?" she muttered under her breath, voice just loud enough for Winter to hear.
Winter exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his dark brown hair.
