"Come on, out."
Melanie turned from her spot near the window, startled by the sudden voice. Dr. Jung stood at the threshold, his expression unreadable.
"What?" she asked, brows knitting.
But he didn't give her a chance to question further. With a curt tilt of his head, he gestured for her to follow. Something about his demeanor told her not to argue.
Wordlessly, she obeyed.
Once they were outside the villa, Dr. Jung finally slowed. She wondered what it was that he wanted when he turned to her and asked, "Are you always standing at that window? Watching? Waiting for a way out?"
Melanie folded her arms in front of her as her lips twisted into a bitter smile. "What else is there to do? The only escape that seems even remotely possible is throwing myself into the ocean."
Dr. Jung shook his head slowly, as if he wasn't surprised. "There are actually a lot of things you can do. But I understand what you mean."
