The loose loop around my ankle slid as I moved.

Clara had not secured it the way Arthur and David believed she had.

I eased it off my shoe and put the cord in my coat pocket.

David tried to take my arm again.

I pulled away and moved toward the open doors.

I was frightened of falling from the high step, but more frightened of staying inside.

On the shoulder, I steadied myself against the van before taking another step.

Arthur was several yards away, trying to reach Clara.