Sarah stretched her leg and could see that the line of sunlight was about to reach her bare foot. He’d be home soon. She hurried to shove the spoon deep into the crack she had made in the cinder block wall. Next, she filled the crack with dust and spittle, hiding the spoon and concealing her digging. Her wrists were terribly cut and bruised from the iron manacles and yet it would take another month before she would be free. The cellar door creaked open and she heard him descending, right on time as the sun warmed her toes.