you hurt?”
“My ankle,” she whispered. “I fell trying to reach that top shelf. The door swung shut behind me and the lock jammed.”
“How long have you been down here?”
“Maybe an hour.”
Anger and relief crashed into me at the exact same moment. “Where is Alex?”
“He went to the pharmacy.”
“And he left you alone?”
Dorothy frowned. “He didn’t know I’d come down continue reading …
