The Big Bad Wolf

CHAPTER 35

LIZZIE CONNOLLY HAD no sense of time anymore, except that it seemed to be moving

very slowly, and that she was pretty sure she was going to die soon. She would never see

Gwynne, Brigid, Merry, or Brendan again, and that made her incredibly sad. She was

definitely going to die.

After she was locked away in the small room/closet, she’d spent no time feeling sorry for

herself or, worse, feeling panic, letting it rule her for whatever time she had left. Certain things

were obvious to her, but the most important was the reality that this horrible monster wasn’t

going to let her go. Ever. So she had spent countless hours plotting her escape. But realistically

she knew that it wasn’t likely to happen. She was bound with leather straps, and though she’d

tried every possible maneuver, every twist and turn, she hadn’t been able to break loose.

Even if she did by some miracle, she could never overpower him. He was probably the

strongest man she’d ever seen, twice as powerful as Brendan, who had played football in

college.

So what could she do? Maybe try something during a bathroom or food break but he was

so attentive and careful. At the very least, Lizzie Connolly wanted to die with dignity. Would

the monster let her? Or would he want her to suffer? She thought about her past history quite

a lot, and took comfort in it. Her growing-up years in Potomac, Maryland, spending nearly

every spare hour at a nearby stable. College at Vassar in New York. Then the Washington

Post. Her marriage to Brendan, the good times and the bad. The kids. All leading up to that

fateful morning at Phipps Plaza. What a cruel joke life had played on her.

During the past few hours locked up in the dark, she’d been trying to remember how she had

gotten through other terrifying experiences. She thought that she knew: with faith, with

humor, and with a clear understanding that knowledge was power. Now Lizzie tried to

remember special examples … anything that might help.

When she was eight years old she’d needed surgery to correct a straying eye. Her parents were

always “too busy,” so her grandparents had taken her to the hospital. As she watched them

leave, tears had streamed from her eyes. When a nurse came in and saw the tears, Lizzie

pretended that she’d bumped her head. And somehow she got past the lonely, terrifying

moment. Lizzie survived.

Then, when she was thirteen, there was another terrifying incident. She was returning from a

weekend with a friend’s family in Virginia and had fallen asleep in the car. When she woke

up she was groggy and confused and completely covered with blood. She remembered staring

out into the gloomy darkness and slowly beginning to understand. There’d been an

automobile accident while she was asleep. A man from another car involved in the accident

lay in the street. He wasn’t moving but Lizzie believed she heard him tell her not to be afraid.

He said that she could stay on earth or leave. It was her decision, no one else’s. She had

chosen to live.

“It’s my choice,” Lizzie told herself in the blackness of the closet. “It’s my choice to live or

die, not his. Not the Wolf’s. Not anybody else’s.

“I choose to live.”