Then, there was the sound of a scuffle, punctuated by the chilling whispers of a silenced gun.

Lizetta knew that was Dora, buying her time to escape. She didn't dare look back.

She slipped through a hidden door, quickly scrambling down a narrow path behind the house, running towards the northern woods as Dora had instructed. Dora said someone would meet her there, and Lizetta believed her.

Clutching her belly with both hands, her head bowed, lips bitten, she sprinted towards the woods, her heart filled with terror and concern.

She wondered if Dora could handle those men. What if something happened to her?

And she was terrified for her unborn child's safety.

These men couldn't be from the Remingtons; their silent approach meant ill intentions.

If they were from the West family, did they want the baby's life, or hers as well?

The cold wind blew, causing Lizetta's ill-fitted hat to fall off.

and running faster, her hair cold

her pale face, the only sounds her frantic footsteps and heavy

something, tumbling forward with a short, suppressed

her lip, she closed her eyes,

the next moment, a figure rushed

found herself in

me! Ah!

could make out his face, her cries sharp as the gun in her hand struck his forehead. The man

back, trembling as she raised the

come any closer, I'll

taking her shaking, cold hand, pressing

be afraid,

clear and deep in the snowy night, was familiar. The hand covering hers was steady and warm, firm as he guided the gun

to have become the

still

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