I didn't know what to believe. Didn't know who to trust. I didn't know if she would help me. But I did just that. I trusted her. The same way I trusted him. I sit in the wooden chair and listen to it creak underneathe me. The old lady sits across from me. Her silver hair is in a twist on top of her head. Her cheeks remain red from the cold as she sipped her tea. Her eyes scan the room. The dark shadows press around me. I bring the small orange teacup to my lips and swallow....