My husband drove the car into the river with my brother and me trapped inside, but when the water had already reached my neck, the man who had been “paralyzed” for 15 years stood up from his wheelchair, k:ick:ed the door open, and whispered, “Play d:ea:d. He’s watching.” I didn’t ask any questions… until I saw who was waiting for my husband on the shore.

I still remember Garrett’s last words before he climbed through that window.

“Don’t try to open the door, Rosalind.”

“It’s already too late for you.”

He was wrong about that too.

It was not too late for me.

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