Preparation under moonlight
Under the ghostly glow of the moon, Vivian and I made our preparations. The necklace lay in a velvet pouch, a small beacon of our hope to end this nightmare. We reviewed the plan, going over each detail meticulously. “No lights once we get there,” I instructed, “and we wait for his signal.” The silent nods that followed were an unspoken acknowledgment of the risks involved, of the delicate thread upon which our safety balanced.