Denise run to the garden

Denise's face contorted in a mixture of desperation and discomfort as she frantically twisted the doorknob, her fingers slipping against the smooth surface. The pressure building inside her had reached a critical point, and she knew she had to act fast. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she turned away from the locked bathroom door and sprinted towards the back of the house, her eyes fixed on the garden door. She flung it open, and a warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers enveloped her as she rushed out into the garden.

The sunlight, which had been filtered through the windows just moments before, now shone brightly on her face, illuminating the panic etched on her features.