Grace
I just heard the gun go off and I froze. I couldn’t be Eli, maybe he was the one who fired the shot. I looked around the room and spotted the duffle bag he kept his weapons in. If you’re going to have weapons wouldn’t you take them with you when confronting someone you didn’t trust? I may not be a spy but that sounded about right to me. In my gut I knew it wasn’t Eli. But maybe whoever shot had missed.
“Gracie!” Her sing song voice came to me from down the hall. Maybe she would think I was in my room and go there first. I didn’t hesitate then, knowing the chances of her searching a different room first were slim. I yanked open the window and crawled over the edge. I searched with my foot for the fire escape as I watched the door. The handle giggled. I slipped a little bit and let o
