Millie peered over the back of the three-seater sofa and held her breath, hoping it was all clear. She heard snoring and quickly gestured for her brother, Eddie, to follow her lead.
“We have to go now,” she whispered into his ear. He nodded in response, and he didn't feel afraid. He wanted to protect Millie at all costs.
Neither knew how long they had been hiding from the person who posed as their father, but they knew it wasn't him—biding their time until it was safe to leave.
Millie slowly crept around the sofa, careful not to make a sound as she approached the front door and turned the key before quietly unbolting the bottom bolt.
They entered the hallway and came to the last door, the one that stood in their way of freedom.
Eddie placed a finger to his lips as they heard cough
