The hidden door had led down into a tunnel that had brought Melanie out around fifty feet from the house. The exit was through an old secret trap door near a wood line, to the house’s left side. This meant the view of the chaos was obstructed by the massive building, which in a way, she was glad about; the last thing she needed was to emerge from just in front of a bunch of nurses.
She followed a small wood line close to the stone wall until she came to a row of waist-high bushes that made up the front gardens. Melanie stopped and watched one nurse trying to hold on to two patients as they ran in different directions. She would have thought it was a comedy program if she hadn’t known better. But her smile faded. She had seen the police car and the very three people she had been reading ab
