Chapter 172

• Olivia’s heart pounded as she scanned the dimly lit room for anything she could use to escape. Uncle Rob wouldn’t be gone for long. If she didn’t act now, she might never get another chance.
• Her mind raced. The door was locked, but there had to be another way out. She moved swiftly, her eyes darting toward the narrow window near the ceiling. It was small—too small—but maybe, just maybe, she could squeeze through.
• Taking a deep breath, Olivia grabbed an old wooden chair from the corner and dragged it under the window as quietly as she could. Her hands trembled as she climbed onto it, pressing her palms against the cold stone wall for balance.