Kidnapped

Freda’s POV

As soon as Hardin left me alone in the hospital room, a wave of determination washed over me. I knew I couldn't waste this opportunity, I needed to leave here as soon as possible. My mind raced, calculating every detail, and my heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement.

I glanced around the room, taking note of the various objects that could aid my escape. Hardin men were all over the hospital so there was no way I could escape through the hallway.

“The window!” I muttered to myself, The window which seems like a way out has metal bars,

And that's an obvious obstacle. But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I had to find a way out.

I quietly approached the window, my eyes scanning the room for any potential tools. My gaze landed on a small metal tray left on the bedside table. It might not seem like much, but it could be my ticket to freedom.

I carefully picked up the tray, testing its weight and sturdiness. It felt solid enough to serve as a makeshift tool. With a