Jenn was now tall enough to peer over the top of the bottom windowsill. Standing on tippy-toes, she saw the park across the street; the familiar voices she heard when the sky was bright blue rang out loud and clear.
All alone in the huge apartment, she searched, as she did every day, for a way out. Once she had made it to the hallway, when they had forgotten to lock the door. Her excitement died quickly when she came to the steel doors that blocked the entrance to the stairway.
I don’t understand, she thought. What have I done wrong?
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