Chapter 67

• ELLE
• Tears streaked down my face and glittered in the sunlight as I screamed again, because now I could, because now someone was close enough to hear me unmistakably. “Please, please—help me! My baby—” The words dissolved into sobs and then into barking breaths as I forced myself to make noise that couldn’t be ignored.
• Hope had lit inside me like a fragile flame. I had heard them—voices, footsteps, the shuffle of movement close to the window. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t alone. Someone was out there. Someone had heard me.