Slipping Out The Back Door
I grabbed the handle of my suitcase and moved swiftly toward the rear of the house. The heavy oak door leading to the backyard opened silently, thanks to the oil I applied last week.
I lifted the luggage over the threshold to avoid the wheels clattering on the step. The cold air hit my face again as I stepped onto the patio.
I carefully pulled the door shut until the latch clicked, leaving the chaos inside the house behind me.