I try as much as possible to calm my racing heart as I tiptoe towards the front door. Tonight is the night I am escaping. It's been one week since I visited Franky. The original plan was to wait two weeks before running away, but we moved it up. I clean my sweaty hands on my dress before placing them on the doorknob. I gently turn the knob and hold my breath as I open the door. Please, God, don't make Thomas hear this door creak open tonight. I don't walk out once I have the door fully open. ...