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Chapter 6 - The Escape

The sound of my bare feet slapping against the hardwood hallway floor echoed through the house as I sprinted toward the back stairs leading down to the mudroom.

“Erin, stop right now!” Ryan’s voice roared from the top of the landing, followed by the heavy thud of his boots crashing down after me.

I hit the landing, grabbed the handrail to swing myself around the corner, and launched down the final flight of steps into the kitchen. My C-incision twinged with a sharp, burning protest, but adrenaline blocked out the pain.

Through the kitchen glass door, I could see the driveway—Ryan’s truck parked blocking the exit, but my old Subaru station wagon was parked further down the gravel path near the garden shed, its keys hanging on the magnetic hook right by the back door.

I snatched the Subaru keys off the magnet just as Ryan burst into the kitchen behind me, his hand lunging out to grab the back of my sweatshirt.

Fabric tore again, but I twisted violently, throwing my weight forward and slamming the heavy wooden pantry door directly into his path. Ryan crashed into the door with a loud grunt, tumbling backward over a kitchen stool.

“Get her!” Marlene screamed from the top of the stairs, sounding like a witch in a gothic nightmare.

I yanked open the back door, plunging out into the crisp autumn air. The afternoon sun beat down on the lawn as I sprinted across the gravel driveway toward the Subaru. My lungs burned, and my legs felt weak, but terror and righteous fury kept me moving.

I hit the unlock button on the key fob, yanked open the driver’s side door, and dove into the seat, slamming the door shut and locking it just as Ryan slammed his fist against the driver’s window.

“Erin! Open this door or I swear to God I’ll call the police and report you for child abandonment!” he roared, his face pressed against the glass, distorted with rage.

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I stared back at him through the glass, my hands shaking as I jammed the key into the ignition and twisted it. The engine sputtered to life with a familiar, reassuring roar.

I threw the car into reverse, tires spinning on the gravel as I backed away sharply, forcing Ryan to leap out of the way. Then I shifted into drive, cranked the steering wheel hard to the left, and tore down the long driveway, leaving my husband, my mother-in-law, and my stolen life behind in a cloud of dust.

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