Wordle by Wordle: Day 184
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Wordle #1109 – INLAY
My eyes flick to when the messages were first sent: fifteen minutes ago. Bree will be back any second now.
“Shit!”
I spare only a moment to take a couple of pics of Froufrou, my heart pounding, before I fly back down the stairs. Lola scampers after me.
I reach the front door in record time, tugging on my mask and hoodie as I go, but just as my fingers touch the handle, I freeze.
Bree could be pulling up at this very instant and see me run out the door. Or she could still be minutes away and this is my best and only chance to not get caught.
I’m suddenly paralyzed in a way I’ve never felt before. My vision narrows to a pinprick. I can’t tear my eyes away from the heavy, closed door before me—its striped metal inlay suddenly looks very much like prison bars. A locked cage that I can’t escape from. I think I might be hyperventilating.
Just when I’m certain I’m going to pass out, the rattle of the garage door sliding open unpauses me. Frantic, I press my eye to the peephole and see Bree’s Tesla turning into the short driveway.
This is it.
As soon as the car disappears inside the garage, I open the door and slip outside. My shaking fingers fumble the key out of my pocket and it clatters loudly against the landing. I curse, snatch up the key, and shove it into the lock in a flurry of panic.
The moment the bolt slides into place, I hear Lola barking excitedly. Bree’s muffled voice filters through the closed door.
“Hello, Lola, my baby!”
Breathless, I flee down the stairs and speedwalk away, grinning with triumph.
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