Ethan will come… except he won’t.
My heart lurches.
I forced him to leave. He’s not here. He has no idea.
Turning, I slide my hand over my mattress, searching every inch, only to come up empty. I squint, trying to see through the darkness before I remember that I don’t have a phone right now. The kidnapper got rid of it.
I search the room, breathing shallowly through my hand as I try to think of an escape. I can’t get out through the window, so my only option is to find a way through the front door, which would require me to make it out of my room.
Blinking against the smoke, I slowly crouch and shuffle my way to the bathroom. If I’m going to make it out of here, I’ll need something to open the door with. Burning my hand further isn’t an option.
I push down the rising panic, ti
