As she looked down to the trees, she saw movement. Another security guard, probably on assignment to patrol the woods. She waited, slowly letting her hair fall once again. A minute later, a man moved, so deep into the trees that the green foliage almost completely blocked him from view. She saw another, then, both wearing camouflage pants and shirts, their brown ball caps curved just as William preferred to wear his. They carried rifles and had stopped to stare at her.

She lifted her hand to her chest to conceal her movement from the guard on the patio. She gave an urgent wave.

The men were so far away that she couldn’t see their expressions, but neither returned the gesture. She saw one pull up something from his neck. It was black, and he raised it to his eyes.

She waited for a moment, hoping he was focusing the binoculars. She began to mouth the words. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.

The sound of shoes on grass came from behind.

Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.

“Ma’am, time to go back inside,” said the guard.

Keep the binoculars up. Please.

She waited till the guard was directly behind her, and she dramatically turned, pushing him away.

“Ma’am!”

“Get your hands off me!” she cried out, striking him again.

As she’d hoped, he reached up and took her arm gently. “Mrs. Roseworth, are you alright—”

She violently tore her arm away. Please keep watching.

“You can’t keep us here!”

“Ma’am! That’s enough! This heat has clearly gotten to you. Time to go inside and cool off. I promise you, you are in no danger at all. You need to relax.”

“I will not relax!” she practically screamed.

“Lynn?” Roxy had come out to the patio.

“They have to let us go!” Lynn called out.

“That’s enough,” the guard said, this time forcefully taking her by the arm.

Lynn struggled but let the man lead her away. Please keep watching. Please.

“Lynn, what’s wrong?” Roxy asked.

“Get back in the house!” the guard barked.

“Listen jerk off, you take your hand off my friend right now,” Roxy walked forward.

The guard ushered them both inside, closing the door. “That was your last trip outside. Best make yourself comfortable. You just lost any privilege you thought you had by making that scene out there. You best calm the hell down. If you thought you could get one of the other agents to think I’m mistreating you, trust me, you’re not that good of an actress.”

Lynn gave the agent a sharp look. “Sir, you are completely unaware of what I am capable of doing.”

He turned around and drew the curtain across the French doors. He then stepped through the doors, shutting them tightly.

“What the hell happened out there?” Roxy asked.

Lynn moved past her. “Did you bring any lipstick?”