Outside the door, Kellen jiggled the doorknob with a slow testing motion. “Come on.” he said. “We need to talk. I am not going to hurt you. You just misunderstand what is happening.”
His tone had a forced calmness that made my knees weaken.
“Flynn.” I whispered. “He is trying the door.”
“Get into that bathroom now.” he replied. “Go.”
I shuffled quietly across the carpet and slipped inside the bathroom. I turned the lock and leaned my body weight against the door. I placed Alden on the bathmat. His small voice quivered.
“Mama. What is happening”
I forced myself to smile. “It is a quiet game. We must be very quiet.”
I scanned the bathroom. There was a ceramic cup holding toothbrushes. A metal lid on the laundry hamper. A heavy plastic bottle of shampoo. Nothing ideal. Then my eyes lifted toward the ventilation window above the shower. It was small, but possibly large enough.
Flynn asked softly. “Is something there you can use to escape”
“There is a window. But it is high.”
“You have to try it. I am calling the police at this moment. Stay with me.”