worn valise. A shout echoed through the hall. She cast a furtive glance over her
shoulder. Her trembling hands clutched the black frock to her chest. The door to her
cell-sized room remained shut, but the bellowing from the floor below escalated. A door
Sara latched her valise. The finality rang in her ears and beat in her heart. No more.
Tonight would be the last day she cowered. She rushed for the door and peeked out.
Reverberating steps hurried her from the room and into the back hall. Would she make
it free in time? Dear Lord, please help me!