As she hid inside the wardrobe, her heart pounded rapidly against her chest. Closing her eyes, she silently prayed that Ford wouldn't notice her presence or, worse, discover her hiding spot. His presence was unmistakable—she could feel it in the air.
He had called out, asking if anyone was inside, but she remained perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. She wondered why he hadn't noticed the lights were on. Had he realized they weren't on before? If he had, then he must have suspected someone was there.
The tone of his voice and the urgency of his question made it clear that he was on high alert. If he decided to search the room, she knew she wouldn't stay hidden for long. Panic gripped Elena as the fear of being caught loomed over her.
Suddenly, a loud thud echoed through the room. Her eyes snapped open in shock. A moment later, she heard the unmistakable sound of the doors being shut.
