The sun was starting to set behind the tree line when we arrived at our destination. I stared at it for a moment, ok several moments. A mixture of fear and shock swirled inside me.
“I know, it’s not the place you would have chosen but you’ll see on the inside it’s not what it was,” George’s voice came through the thick cloud that seemed to keep me in place.
“It’s not that. It’s…” I trailed off.
“You haven’t been here since that night,” he finished my sentence.
The bunker stood in between the trees, like a box of death. “Come on, let’s go inside,” he said taking my hand in his and squeezing it and letting it go. After taking a couple of breaths to stop me from hyperventilating, I finally stepped out of the car. Again, I found myself just staring.
George walked to my side of the car.
“Look, all of those things they happened in the past. No one come here, not after everything that happened here. So we’re safe,” He took my hand again, but this time he didn’t let go.