"Get up before I change my mind."
Deep lines appeared on every woman’s face, eyes wide as they stared at Lola, who was casually leaning against the doorframe.
Just moments ago, they had watched Lola get picked up by one of the mercenaries. But now, she was back.
"What’s going on?" one of the women blurted out in confusion. "How are you back...?"
"Did the men agree to let us go?" another uttered loudly, shutting down every murmur in the room.
"..." Lola pursed her lips. "No. But you should probably get moving. I’ll explain everything on the way."
But nothing happened.
No one moved. No one said anything.
Every single person in the room just stared at Lola in utter confusion. It was as though they were all trying to make sense of what they were seeing—because this was not what they had expected. In their minds, they couldn’t think of anything Lola could have done in less than two minutes after she walked out of the room.
"Do you want to live?" Lola’s loud question snapped everyone out of their thoughts, pulling their distracted eyes back to her. "If so, then get up. We have to go. But just as a safety precaution, we have to be quiet—"
She stopped, eyes sweeping over the children in the room.
If this were before, Lola would have kept her distance from them. After all, when she had "lost" her children, she kept a safe distance from children altogether, just so she wouldn’t get hurt.
But now that she was a mother, her heart couldn’t be the same.
A shallow breath escaped her as she bent forward, hands resting on her knees. Her lips curled into a gentle smile—one she didn’t offer the other women. After all, Lola had her opinions about the townsfolk’s loyalty, opinions she believed had placed these children in even more danger. But it was also an opinion she didn’t voice aloud, because she understood that there was no future for these children in this territory.
"Kids," she called, waiting for them to look at her. "Do you want to help those who were left in the square?"
Confusion flickered across the children’s faces before they nodded. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Then can you keep quiet for me?" she asked softly. "Once we get out of here, just shh—okay?"
"Is my papa going to be with us?" one of the children asked. Lola’s smile didn’t falter.
"He will," she nodded. "What’s your father’s name?"
"Amar."
"I’ll tell my friends to make sure your dad will be fine," she reassured him with a smile, then slowly shifted her gaze to the others. "All of them will be. But for that to happen, I’ll need your help."
Some of the women looked at her as though she were a false prophet, feeding children false hope. Others were simply confused. But there were a few—just a few—who stared at Lola and saw sincerity.
She might have acted cold earlier, but toward the children, she was undeniably kind.
"If you want to live, then let’s go," she said, glancing back at the door before meeting their gazes again. "We don’t have much time."
A few seconds passed in silence before one woman finally rose to her feet.
"Kids, you heard the pretty auntie," she said, taking several children’s hands in hers. "Get up now. Quick!"
Seeing her move, the others followed. One by one, even the most doubtful women rose to their feet. When everyone was ready, they turned to Lola.

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