I didn’t trust him.
Not completely.
After everything I had been through, how could I?
Even when Mr. Ade gave me food… even when he spoke gently… a part of me kept whispering:
What if he’s just like them?
That night, I stayed awake.
Curled in one corner of his shop.
Watching.
Listening.
Ready to run again if I had to.
But he didn’t come near me.
He didn’t touch me.
He didn’t even try to ask more questions.
He just sat far away… like he understood.
Like he knew I needed space.
That alone confused me.
The next morning, he said something that made my heart race.
“We’re going to the police.”
I froze.
“No… no, sir,” I shook my head quickly. “They won’t help me. Nobody helps me.”
He looked at me seriously.
“Not this time.”
I wanted to believe him.
But fear had lived inside me for too long.
Still… I followed.
Because deep down, I knew I couldn’t go back.
Not anymore.
The police station was bigger than I imagined.
Strangers everywhere.
Uniforms.
Serious faces.
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