(Livia)
Mr. Collins locked my bedroom door, and I heard him walk away. I sat on the bed, thinking about Rachel standing outside with her car waiting. Julian had stopped me from leaving even with my attorney present. I couldn't afford to let another opportunity pass.
I took the drawing of the garden from beneath my pillow. The service entrance was behind the garage, and Thomas usually left through it at five. I remembered the delivery van entering without anyone searching the back. There had to be a way for me to reach that entrance.
A knock came before I could put the paper away. Miss Duvall entered carrying a small plate of food. She placed it on the table and told me Julian wanted to speak with me after dinner. I asked whether he intended to let me leave.
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