Moments after she heard the gunshots, Lia heard the sounds of muted men’s voices, and banging on the door at the top of the steps. Afraid for her life if she made more noise, she bit her lip, tasting her own blood as another contraction gripped her. She held on to the edges of the crate, and breathed deeply for the duration, relaxing as much as possible before another came. In the din upstairs, one deep, true sound was familiar.
Her husband’s voice.
He’s here! Holding her belly, she walked to the base of the steps and grasped the rail. She pulled herself up two steps and stopped. The familiar tightening sensation began again, indicating another contraction about to crescendo. This time Lia let her screams ring through the warehouse, knowing Ren would soon free her from this hell.
Ren fu
