No Easy Way Out
Reaching the door, Rachel confidently grasped the handle, expecting it to give way easily. But it didn’t budge. She tried again, applying more force, but the door remained firmly shut.
Panic replaced her frustration as a cold sweat formed on her brow. “Why would they lock it from the outside?” she pondered, dread sinking in.
The closed-in walls suddenly seemed much closer, and the room, which once felt like a safe space, now felt like a prison.