When the courier saw the woman shouting something from the window, he was appalled by what she was saying 
For a long time, the courier had been employed in this neighborhood. Only well-kept lawns, pricey automobiles at the gates, and opulent residences were there. However, beneath all of this brilliance was a coldness. The homeowners spoke to him as though he were invisible, seldom welcomed him, and frequently denigrated him. He eventually adapted to the fact that his role was to deliver, not to make friends.
He had a parcel to deliver to the residence on the corner one day. Large windows, columns, and a lofty façade are all typical. He was on his way back to his truck after leaving the box at the door and taking a picture for the report. Then he saw that the second story was moving.
A woman of approximately forty was standing at the window. She had her eyes fixed on him. Assuming she was merely welcoming him, the courier automatically lifted his hand. She did not, however, make welcome gestures. She was shrieking something, slamming her face against the window, pounding her palms against the glass, and frantically waving her arms.
A shiver went down his spine and he froze. The same thing repeatedly came out of the woman’s lips. Despite his inability to read lips, he quickly grasped what she was attempting to express.
Two words.
“Aid me.”
She was jerked backward the next instant. She vanished so quickly, like though she had been seized and pulled away.
The courier was having trouble breathing. Even though his heart was racing, he managed to gather himself in time. Everything suggested that the husband was at fault. He returned to his car and waited, determined not to make a snap decision.
After some while, the mansion’s door opened. A man emerged, climbed into a fancy automobile, and drove off. The courier then made another cautious approach from the backyard to the home.
The back door was locked when he knocked. The same woman emerged in a small window down below.
Pulling himself together, he shattered the lock and entered. The woman started talking rapidly and haltingly.
The locks on every door had been strengthened by her husband. Every room had cameras installed by him. The windows had bars, but they were hidden from view from the outside. The mom was prohibited from leaving with her daughter. They had been living like prisoners for two years.
She clenched her fingers and murmured, “He believes we will abandon him.” “And for that reason, he keeps us imprisoned.”
Her only opportunity was now the window where she had first appeared. She took the chance because her spouse had neglected to lock the office. She had been trying to signal to people for months, but they were all walking by. Aside from one individual.
Taking out his phone, the courier dialed the cops.
The mom and her daughter were released when it was all over. The husband was taken into custody.
