Anna's POV:

I stand there. Hand on the doorknob. Every instinct screaming at me to leave.

But I can't.

Because he's right. There is no other solution.

"I need time to think."

"Take all the time you need." His voice is cold now. "But your mother doesn't have much left."

I wrench the door open. Walk out.

The guard doesn't stop me this time. He just watches as I stumble down the hallway. Out the front door. Across the driveway.

The gate looms ...