Threads Of Fate

ched as he recognized its meaning. Pack your bag. Take my savings. Wait for me at the back of the city she pointed toward her father. "Please... go," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He clenc

ghed. "Judging by your expression, I take it you're not here to see me off?" "It is His Excellency's order," Jeff replied. "He also asked me to give you money." Logan exhaled sharply. "Gosh. Did he tell you to watch me?" "No," Jeff said firmly. "He told me to take care of you." Logan grabbed his coat. "I need to see Evelyn one last time." Jeff hesitated. "You can't." He pulled out a wanted poster. Evelyn's face stared back at them. Determined, Logan and Jeff made their way to the market, where they found the lead slave hunter. Logan tossed a heavy pouch of gold coins onto the table. "I'm paying you twice what they did. Don't look for her." The lead hunter frowned. "Why waste so much on a lowly slave girl?" Logan met his gaze, unwavering. "Because she gave me my freedom. I want to help her get hers." The hunter smirked. "Why not just bring her to you?" Logan shook his head. "No. Let her rest in peace for once. If we're meant to meet again, we will." - Far from the city, Evelyn wandered until she found a small restaurant and motel. Hunger gnawed at her stomach as she sat outside, hoping for a bit of kindness. The owner, an older woman, Madam Grace, stepped out and scowled at her. "You look like a runaway slave," she remarked. She asked for her name, and Evelyn replied Evelyn's heart pounded. "Please," she pleaded. "I'll work for food and a place to stay." The woman sighed. "Come in, then." Days turned into weeks, and Evelyn worked tirelessly. The owner grew fond of her, treating her like a daughter. One afternoon, a group of men tried to cheat the owner out of a shipment of fish, claiming it was spoiled. Evelyn stepped forward. "You're lying," she said sharply. "You switched the crates." The men scoffed. "What do you know?" Evelyn grabbed a knife from the counter and slammed it into the wooden table. "Enough to know thieves when I see them." The owner smirked as the men backed away. "That's my girl," she muttered. As the days passed, the owner watched Evelyn closely. "I'm saving up so you can leave and live well," she admitted one evening. Evelyn shook her head. "No. I'll stay until my father comes for me." The owner sighed. "It's been months, child. Do you think he still believes you're alive?" One evening, a low-profile billionaire with her only daughter, Sarah arrived at the motel, staying for several days. They are quiet, refined, and seemed to be watching Evelyn with an unreadable expression. The restaurant owner knelt on the wooden floor, her hands cla