CHAPTER 30 LOST IN MANHATTAN

With every passing day, Jane became more and more restless. The walls of the townhouse seemed to close in on her, suffocating her with their ornate decor and stifling atmosphere. And then, one day, Jane noticed a pattern in her aunt's routine. Every morning, Aunt Beatrice left the house to visit her ladies' club, not returning until the late afternoon. Emmett and Eloise were off at school, the house quiet and still. A glimmer of hope flickered in Jane's heart. Seizing the opportunity, Jane crept downstairs, her heart pounding in her chest. She rummaged through the coat closet, searching for something inconspicuous. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of an old, worn cloak, and she smiled. The cloak belonged to her late grandmother, who had once lived in the townhouse. It was plain and simple, perfect for blending into the bustling city streets. Without another moment's hesitation, Jane slipped the cloak over her shoulders, pulling the hood low over her face as she snuck out the