Every hallway looked the same: high ceilings, tall windows, doors lined up like soldiers.
I would have been completely lost if I were alone. But Lily walked like she'd memorized the place, like she knew every corner.
I watched her tiny back and felt a pang. She was so small, so quiet, and yet she carried herself like she was used to being invisible.
Something inside me ached.
After a few turns, she suddenly stopped. I almost crashed into her.
She pointed her small finger at a door. "Papa's room."
I blinked at it. Simple, closed, wooden. Just another door in this endless maze. But apparently, this was it.
"Here?" I whispered, almost breathless.
She nodded. Then, to my shock, she whispered again. "Papa sleep here."
I smiled despite my nerves. "You're amazing, Lily. Really."
She looked at me, her lips twitching, like she was proud of herself. Then she tugged my skirt one last time and said, softly, "Don't hurt him."
