Chapter 7 - Escape onto the Roof
I hoisted myself through the narrow bathroom window, the cool afternoon air hitting my flushed skin. Balancing carefully on the sloping shingles of the porch roof, I pulled myself out, keeping a tight, unbreakable grip on my grandson. The baby let out a sharp cry of protest, but I hushed him frantically.
"Shh, sweetheart, Grandma's got you. We're safe, we're going to be okay."
Behind me, a heavy boot stepped onto the bathroom floor tiles. "I hear you out there," Marcus's voice echoed mockingly through the open window. "You can't run, Sarah. The whole perimeter is covered."
I inched my way along the roof ridge, looking down at the front lawn. To my utter astonishment, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the driveway. A police cruiser had pulled up right behind David's car, which had just screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.
David and Claire tumbled out of the passenger side of a second unmarked vehicle, flanked by men in tactical gear. David looked up, his eyes locking onto mine on the roof.
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"Mom! Get down! Stay down!" David screamed, his face contorted with absolute terror.
At that exact moment, Marcus climbed out of the bathroom window behind me, a heavy, dark silhouette against the fading sunlight, holding a cold, metallic object in his hand.
