Beth closed her eyes, gasping and praying this would end in a different way from what she dreaded. She wished now she hadn’t tried to get away, had just stayed put, played the good little girl, suitably remorseful. She knew now she needed to bide her time, wait for the right moment. She was no match for Abbott…physically.
Intellectually was another story.
But she recalled the open door and how it had practically called to her, its pull irresistible. She wasn’t sure she could prevent herself from doing the same thing again, if the opportunity presented itself once more. She had just thought, if she could make it outside, that she could get away.
She should have known better.
A bitter wind blew off the water’s surface, bringing up a smell of fish. Beth swallowed as Abbott neared the edge
