C28 Twenty-eight

Medora

Three weeks later

I was ready to leave. My bags were packed, and Dad was doing much better. I hadn’t expected to stay an extra week, but I survived. I stalked toward the front door, my lips curling into a relieved smile.

I pushed the door. It didn’t open.

I frowned, leaning into it. Nothing.

Sighing, I typed in the code. Mom must’ve activated it again. The keypad blinked red