Chapter 10 - Packing in Panic
"We're leaving,"
I said,
standing up.
"Right now."
Megan looked startled.
"Where will we go?"
"A hotel,"
I said.
"Somewhere far from here."
"Somewhere she can't find us."
I grabbed two duffel bags from the closet.
I started throwing things in.
Baby clothes.
Megan's sweaters.
Our important documents.
Passports,
birth certificates,
the medical report from Dr. Evans.
Megan watched me for a moment,
then she stood up to help.
She moved quicker now,
fueled by the same urgency that was driving me.
We didn't pack everything.
Just enough for a week.
The apartment looked abandoned within twenty minutes.
The unfinished nursery stood silent,
a ghost of the life we thought we were building.
I took one last look around,
ensuring all the appliances were turned off.
"Ready?"
I asked,
holding both bags in one hand and offering her my other arm.
She gripped it tightly.
"Ready,"
she whispered.
We walked out,
locking the new deadbolt behind us.
We didn't use the elevator.
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We took the stairs,
avoiding any potential traps in the lobby.
