Freedom
Li stood with arms crossed and head cocked as he watched Ada and her husband struggle to open the hidden door to the attic where the slaves were held. The husband tiptoed atop a precariously shaking ladder as he used his fist to try and rap at areas of the wooden ceiling, trying to find for hollow space.
Li looked around him. Aside from the main living room where they had talked, there was a small hallway flanked by three rooms. One for the child, one for the married couple, and one presumably for Ivo. The hallway itself was austere, composed solely of undecorated wood with a low ceiling that made Li, on the taller side, hunch his head down a little.
At the very end, the ceiling elevated significantly, and this was where the supposed entrance to the attic was, but it seemed that neither Ada nor her husband knew exactly about it.
"You don't know how to get in?" said Li.