Anna rushed to the window, but Michael suddenly kicked the door open.

She screamed and ran downstairs.
Her phone rang again.

“Anna, listen,” David whispered. “I'm hiding in the old warehouse behind our house.”
“I'm coming!”

But before she could leave, Michael grabbed her arm.

“You don't understand,” he said.
Anna stared at him.

Michael's eyes filled with tears.
“David isn't the person you think he is.”