“Hello?”Speaking into the dead receiver felt stupid, but being...

“Hello?”

Speaking into the dead receiver felt stupid, but being back in the office with its ample overhead lighting and shut door gave Sophia more peace than trying to avoid the guys in the galleries. She hated being a prisoner in the bedroom.

Soon after they’d freed Kieron from the overturned shelves, in an effort to make sure Josh and Sophia weren’t an item, Kieron dragged the cot from the bedroom and set it up in the break room beside the sofas. He, Ajay, and Josh slept there, giving Sophia the pull-down bed in the bedroom on her own. Yes, she had privacy, and her own en-suite, but the isolation in such a big building felt unnecessary.

Slipping upstairs, she returned to the office where she’d found the picture she’d drawn and shut herself inside. Kieron had heard a voice over the phone, and she was determined to hear that voice again. She sat in the swivel chair for half an hour with the receiver silently to her ear before she heard the click.

Sophia sat up straight. “Hello?”

“Who is this?” The man asked.

He sounded American, just as weary as the first time she’d heard him.

“Sophia Stewart. I’m locked in a museum — an abandoned building. I don’t know where it is exactly —”

“Do the lights flicker on your side too?”

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