I thrashed against them, screaming his name until my throat burned raw. It made no difference. They threw me into the room next to Maureen's and slammed the door shut.
"Denys, let me out! Denise needs me!" I hurled myself against the door, pounding until my palms stung. "I'll come whenever you call—I won't interfere with anything involving Maureen. Just let me go!"
The wood didn't budge. No one answered.
With trembling hands, I fumbled for my phone—only to find the screen black. Dead battery. Of course. When it rained, it poured.
Begging Denys was pointless. I had to find my own way out.
I scanned the room. The window caught my eye immediately. If Denys wouldn't release me, I'd release myself.
Footsteps thundered past in the hallway—the family doctor arriving, most likely. Everyone's attention would be on Maureen.
I crossed to the window and peered down. Second floor. Not ideal, but not impossible. I tested the frame. It slid open easily. No security bars.
I didn't let myself think. I dragged a chair over, climbed onto the sill, and jumped.