*softly, her tone calming strangely, even though the tears have sprung and are now streaming down her face (and she wilted to hear your confirmation—if her father hates your mother for any reason, she's in tricky territory indeed)* I can't. I really can't. Dad says I can't go anywhere until Mom comes to get me.
*looks out over the grounds at the back of the house: pool and poolhouse; landscaped lawn and gates all around; and of course the woods beyond* *doesn't know how she's going to pull this off, and she'd never forgive herself if she put you in any real danger, but she has to try something (she can't leave without seeing you, she just can't)*
Can you...can maybe you come here? Do you know that big house about a mile west of town, on Route 3? The really, really big one?