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I can only guess what he's thinking.
I offered her a chance to run earlier, and she turned me down.
What changed now?
Was her husband a beast?
I want to explain to him that Anthony was kind, wonderful. But now's not the time.
I clear my throat, bring my thoughts to the present.
"I'm so glad you're here. I didn't know who else to call."
"Your trust isn't misplaced," he assures me, not bothering to take the seat across from me.
"I promise you, we'll do everything in our power to keep you safe and help you build a new life away from the Mafia."
"Thank you," I say for what feels like the hundredth time today.
"I don't know how I can ever repay you. Please, have a seat."
"We should go," he says.
"It's not safe here. You can repay me by staying safe and out of harm's way," he says firmly. "It won't be easy, but we'll get you a new identity and make sure you have the resources you need to start over."
"Please, tell me more about this plan," I urge, desperate to know what my future might hold.
"First, we'll move you to a secure location until we're certain the immediate threat has passed," Agent Miller explains.
"From there, we'll begin the process of establishing your new identity. You'll become someone else entirely – new name, new background, new life. In exchange, you tell us everything you've learned about them."
"Will it really be enough to keep the Mafia at bay?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Nothing is foolproof," he admits, "but it's your best shot at freedom. And I'll personally ensure that you have all the support and protection you need every step of the way."
"Before we discuss the details of your relocation, I think it's best if we get going," Agent Miller insists, his tone firm but gentle.
"You've been through a lot, and we need to make sure you're okay. I'll be taking you to a doctor."
I nod in agreement, though something about the situation doesn't sit right with me.
Why has he said I need to go the doctor when there's nothing wrong with me?
Why is he in such a rush?
Should he be taking me to one without a new ID?
My intuition is screaming that I should be cautious, which has been honed over years of living in a world fraught with danger.
But then again, maybe he's just being careful.
"Alright," I acquiesce, my voice wavering slightly.
"Good. Let's get going then." He stands up and extends a hand to help me up from the chair.
He seems to be in quite a hurry, barely saying goodbye to the rangers.
As we walk towards the exit, my gut keeps telling me that something is off.
