The door clicked shut.
I stared at the ceiling. Was it a test? I flexed my feet. I could move. I waited for him to open the door, to come back in, to remember…
The clock on the bedside table ticked—the silence between every tick lasted an eternity.
I bent my knees. Still no sound from the other room. I glanced at the balcony as I rolled out of bed. My legs shaking from the effort. The glass door was cold under my hand, but I could open it.
Jump or climb? End it or risk getting caught again?