Chapter 30

I had never expected to get this far. The bathroom. The very top step maybe. But not here. Not outside the front door with the moonlight drenching me in a spotlight that almost forced me back into the house, scared it would trip some kind of alarm and have Harper on my tail before I could reach the end of the road. How far would I get before I felt his arm around my throat, his hand muffling my cries as he dragged me back into the pit, forever destined to languish there in the filth and the shadows. Yet now, here I was, standing on a narrow set of crumbling stone steps outside the house that had been my prison for what seemed like forever, standing in a street that I did not recognise. If you don't expect for one minute that you might escape, you don't even begin to formulate a plan as to what you might do if you were to succeed. And apart from running like crazy until I found a pathway home, I really hadn't devised any concrete notion of what in