Layla and Agnes ended up getting shelter in Agnes's uncle's family house. This time, Agnes's uncle made sure not to let out any information and just kept it to himself. David turned out to be unsuccessful in chasing them.
"Thanks and sorry for acting rude." Agnes slipped some cash into the young cab driver's palm before guiding Layla into the house. The poor boy dashed away from the scene as fast as he had arrived with his car.
"I can't run my whole life, Agnes… I've been doing that since quite a long time and I'm tired, defeated," Layla mumbled in a shaky tone, slumping herself down over the couch. The fear, the trauma—everything felt surreal, and now that she was carrying her child, she wanted herself to be safe.
