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And locked.
“No,” Lyric gasped, lunging forward.
She twisted the knob.
Nothing.
Panic surged, sharp and immediate.
She backed away, chest heaving, throat tight.
Grayson. Two days.
If I’m locked in again… I won’t make it.
Chapter Ninety
What Her Mother Did
Everything inside her cracked.
She rushed to the door again, twisted the knob, praying it was a mistake.
“No. No, no, no—”
She slammed her palm against the wood. Banged with her fists until her arms ached.
No one came.
She turned to the window—the large one to the left of her bed.
Pressed her face to the glass.
Nothing.
The estate grounds stretched out below, wide and still.
She’d yelled from this window before. Screamed her throat raw for Walter. For anyone.
No one ever heard.
The height made sure of that.
Tonight was no different.
Just more cruel.
She backed away.
Her eyes scanned the room.
Something. Anything.
She dropped to her knees, checked under the bed, yanked drawers open, tore through everything she hadn’t already destroyed.
She examined the hinges on the door. Solid. Reinforced.
Even if she had tools, she wasn’t getting out that way.
