**Olivia POV
“How are you doing, honey?” I asked, rubbing my belly.
The baby didn’t move, but she could have been asleep. Apparently, they did that a lot. Resting up for the rest of their life.
Bethany and Carl were down there for a few hours. Mostly quiet but with the occasional argument. Things shifted and I heard steps coming towards the attic. I held my breath hoping everything would be okay.
I wasn’t sure I’d done the lock up right, and hoped they wouldn’t notice if they came back. It would be an obvious sign of what I’d done, and the punishment could be awful. There was no telling what Bethany might do. She could be merciful and just break my ankles. Or my wrists, to stop me from getting the lock picked again.
It would make Ellis really mad, but it didn’t sound like they were planning to stay around, after everything.
The clock clicked open, making me flinch and the baby move. I nearly cried to feel her again but had to hold it together. If we were going to get out of
