Chapter 7 - The Door OpensTyler suddenly kicked the base of the kitchen island.
The impact rattled the cabinets.
Leo cried out.
Clara pulled him close.
Tyler pointed toward the door.
“Go, then.”
Eleanor looked at him carefully.
“You mean it?”
“Get out!”
His voice cracked.
Clara didn't hesitate.
She grabbed the duffel bag.
Her legs felt weak.
Her heart hammered against her ribs.
But she walked.
One step.
Then another.
Leo stayed beside her.
At the doorway, Clara stopped.
She looked back at the house.
The place that had once represented marriage, family, and security now looked like a prison she had finally escaped.
Eleanor followed.
She took the car keys from her pocket.
“My car is outside.”
Tyler laughed.
“You won't get away with this.”
Eleanor looked back.
“We're not trying to get away with anything.”
She opened the front door.
“We're going to get help.”
Cold autumn air rushed inside.
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For the first time in years, Clara felt something she had almost forgotten.
Possibility.
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