She pressed a trembling hand against her mouth, suffocating the sound of her own breath. If he sensed her there would be no escape. With every ounce of her being left, she walked toward the window. The night didn't showed his features, but the shape was unmistakable. A man.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she reached for the bag, its weight suddenly unbearable in her hand. First she took her phone and then She slipped into Hope's room, her footsteps echoed in the silence. Carefully, she gathered the hope into her arms, clutching her.