Hearing the sharp knock at the door, every hair on my body stood on end. Then, a woman's voice came from just outside, calm but unfamiliar, "Darling, are you in the study?"
It had to be Harry's wife, Jane Flores.
I let out a long breath of relief. Luckily, she was knocking on the study door, not this one. A moment later, I heard Harry open the door and start chatting with her.
Seizing the opportunity while they spoke in the hallway, I quickly slipped my shoes back on, scanning the room for a way to escape.
I had two options.
Plan A: Stay hidden until they both left. This was the safer route since Abel was still at the hospital and unlikely to return to his room anytime soon.
Plan B: Take a shortcut—go out the window.
Before I could decide, though, the choice was made for me.
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