Abigail opened the door slightly, her senses heightened by adrenaline coursing through her veins. Peering through the narrow slit, she strained to catch any signs of movement or sound.
The corridor was empty, but she was able to hear his faint voice. Because of the distance, she couldn't understand anything he was saying.
She recognized this as an opportune moment to make her escape. With resolute determination, she closed the door and swiftly gathered her belongings, stuffing them into her suitcase with hurried hands.
She dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower before grabbing her purse and sneaking out of the room.
Her knees threatened to buckle beneath her as she took each stride down the dimly lit corridor. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as the weight of the situation pressed down on her. She turned her head to look behind her to see if anyone was following her.
