My breath catches in my chest as I hear the front door open and the sound of boots stepping into the cabin.
“She’s hiding.”
“Find her. And make it quick.”
Their voices are hushed but strong – cold. As though this is just another day at work for them. Which is probably the case.
I hear a set of footsteps in the kitchen and then the sound of Fred’s bedroom door opening.
“Hey,” someone hisses. “In here.”
Their steps converge outside my door, and I know I only have a few seconds before they’re inside. And they’re going to find me. There’s no doubt about that. If my mom could find me hiding under the bed as a child, these men obviously will.
Make it quick…
These aren’t my father’s men here to “rescue me.” These are other men, like Fred, sent here to kill me.
The sound of the door openi
