Sara

I looked at the day’s flower arrangement and shivered–blood-red roses. I sighed and looked out the window. The view included the gardens in back, Antonio’s garage, and a large portion of the fence surrounding my prison. That fence was tall, and even though I was on the top floor I couldn’t see anything beyond it.

I needed to get out of that place. I just had no idea how I was going to do it. As I thought about my lack of options, a distinctive ...