Chapter 55
"they found us," mark hissed, his calm demeanor instantly vanishing. he shoved a heavy oak dresser in front of the bedroom door and grabbed a handgun from the top shelf of the closet. i pulled the children under the bed, covering their ears as the sound of heavy boots echoed from the living room below. mark ordered me to take the kids out through the second-story window and run to the woods, tossing me a set of keys to his hidden backup car. i begged him to come with us, but he just shook his head, racking the slide of the gun. "i have to buy you time," he said, pressing a frantic kiss to my forehead. i forced the window open and helped the children onto the sturdy branches of the old oak tree outside. just as my feet hit the damp grass below, the first gunshot rang out from our bedroom.
