Sarah’s Frantic Escape
The sun had set when we saw her dash out the front door, slipping into a car. Her face was a mask of fear and urgency.
The sight stopped my heart, and I held Mike’s arm, whispering, ‘What now?’ The answer eluded us as we watched her car merge into the stream of traffic.
Panic threatened to consume us. Her hurried departure painted a clearer picture—she was desperate, and we were running out of time.