By the time she reached the mansion, it was nighttime already. She wondered how the guard must have felt. She felt bad, he didn’t deserve whatever trouble he was in. She hoped Barry wasn’t home yet.
With careful steps, she slipped into the hallway, heart thudding as her shoes barely made a sound against the floor. The mansion was quiet, which gave her a little hope. Holding her breath, she climbed the stairs and made her way down the hallway. She gripped the door handle to her room, slowly turned it, and slipped inside.
Exhaling softly, she closed the door behind her. Relief washed over her like a wave. He wasn’t back yet. She was safe, for now.
But just as she turned the handle to lock the door, a strong hand grabbed her from behind.
She gasped, but the sound was cut off by a wide pal
