Millie shook her head vehemently, her hair whipping around her face. “She works for them, Clara. Of course, she wants to talk to us.” Her voice was low and intense. “She’s not with us. She’s not even our friend. Are you ready?”
Clara hesitantly zipped her bags shut, her body tense with indecision. Millie grabbed her arm, but she didn’t budge.
“Clara, what are you doing?” Millie hissed, her eyes wild with urgency.
Clara’s gaze flicked to the window. “You want us to escape through there? Mills, we’re three stories up.” She hurried over to the window and peered out into the darkness below. “And there isn’t a single trellis or ladder in sight. You can’t seriously expect us to jump.”
Millie joined her, both girls staring down at the sheer drop below. The brick wall offered no handholds, no
