I enter the first door I register in my peripheral view and frantically look around. It was my father’s office. I was looking for some place to hide.
There was a large bookshelf, two sofas with a white top table. Another wooden table with a big black chair at the front. No where to hide accept the table. Too obvious. Think Eleanor think. My breathing fast and my hands trembled.
Perhaps I can find another room. Before I can think of doing anything, I heard a loud sound from outside the door. It was a gunshot. I have heard so many of these in the last few weeks, but the sound still made me jump and tremble. The sound was closer than I wanted it to be.
I can’t stop but wonder if Mason was alright. A part of me wanted to run out and see. But an another sane part ran my feet to the table.
