Chapter Seven
“Escape…. I’ve got to escape,” she frantically muttered to herself when she heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
She pushed the dresser as tight as she could against the door, then picked up the shovel, and hurried to the window. Reaching up to unlock the latch, she stopped. There was no escape. Outside, the full force of the Nor’easter had arrived, and all she could see was white. Even if she was dressed in her warmest clothing, she wouldn’t last more than a few minutes out there.
She jumped when she heard the knock on the door. Turning, she gripped the shovel with both hands and stared at the door in terror. She frantically scanned the room, looking for a better weapon or some place to hide. Except for the bathroom or under the bed, there was nothing – not even a
