Chapter 4 - The Other Side of the Door
He didn't let go.
The old man turned, using the momentum to drag her away from the wall.
Her bare feet slipped on the spilled liquor.
She stumbled, her knees buckling.
He didn't stop walking.
He dragged her past the grand staircase, past the scattered crystal shards, straight toward the entryway.
The old man’s face was carved from granite.
He ripped the heavy wooden doors open again.
The icy wind howled, welcoming them.
He threw her forward.
She flew through the doorway, her hands flying out to catch her fall.
Her palms skidded across the icy concrete porch.
She collapsed into the thick snowbank beside the steps.
The freezing powder instantly clung to her blonde hair and the delicate silk of her sleeves.
The old man stood in the warm, golden threshold.
He looked down at her.
"Now feel what you did to him."
He stepped back.
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The heavy wooden doors swung shut.
The deadbolt slid into place with a sharp, final snap.
