Hannah: Stand back from the door, Leo! I'm breaking the wood!
With a loud metallic ratcheting sound, the bolt groaned under the force. Hannah threw her weight against the wrench handle until the thin oak paneling cracked with a sharp snap.
Hannah: Come here, sweetheart! Give me your hands!
She pulled the trembling seven-year-old boy out from the narrow wall cavity. Wood splinters caught on his clothes, but Hannah wrapped her arms around him, pulling his crying face against her chest.