Chapter 28: Finding Trust

Sarah

Marco is back. Weak and defenseless—terribly injured. This is the best time to run away, effortlessly.

I reach for his breast pocket, leaning forward, to pull out the keys with two fingers stretched to their limits. Unfortunately, it is the wrong key.

I toss the bunch over the bed checking for any other keys that fit but find none, except a few dollar notes.

Using my toes to feel his trousers for a bump, I finally hear a clicking sound.

With my toes, I try to pull out the keys from his pocket, horror-stricken at the thought of him waking up at the same moment.

The keys fall out of his pockets with a mild clash on the rugged floor while he remains lifeless, losing blood.

Heaving a sigh, I drag the keys, pulling them gradually towards me until they get to a point where my hands can comfortably reach.

I pick it up with my free hand, hurriedly fitting it into the lock until it clicks open. Filled with surprise and horror I caress my wrist, jumping put of the bed and running to