Molly
The hallway feels endless, the walls smearing together as my heart slams painfully against my ribs. I push myself harder, faster, needing out, needing space, needing to get away from that room.
“Molly.”
Charles’s voice echoes behind me, deep and urgent, chasing me down the corridor.
I don’t stop. I don’t look back.
My hand reaches for the heavy door at the end of the hall…the one that leads outside. Cold air. Freedom. Space to breathe.
My fingers barely brush the handle when a strong hand wraps around my wrist.
I gasp as I’m pulled back, spun so fast my back hits his chest. His other arm comes around me instantly, solid and unyielding, holding me there.
“Let me go.” Panic surges as I twist and shove at him, my fists useless against his strength. “Leave me alone.”
He doesn’t
