Chapter 28- THE WINDOW GRANT FORGOTGrant reached us before Peter decided what to do.
He grabbed my wrist.
“Give me the phone.”
I drove my elbow into his chest.
He stumbled backward, shocked less by the pain than by the fact that I had fought back.
For twelve years, Grant had trained me to become smaller whenever his voice grew louder. He had never imagined what would happen when fear stopped working.
I pulled Emma behind me.
“Open the door.”
“This is my house,” Grant said.
“No. It belongs to the family trust.”
His eyes sharpened.
I had not been supposed to know that.
Vivian appeared in the hallway holding a flashlight.
“Claire, don’t make this worse.”
“You locked a child inside a dark house.”
“We’re protecting the family.”
“From what?”
Vivian looked at Grant.
That single glance gave me the answer.
They were not protecting the family from an outsider.
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They were protecting themselves from me.
I grabbed Emma’s hand and ran toward the kitchen window Grant always forgot to secure.
