Handing the box to her, I turned, feeling the heat of her body close to mine, and swallowed back the first inkling of fear that rushed through me. I hated small spaces. I needed to get out of here before I embarrassed myself. My hand was already clammy when I found the doorknob. I gripped it, and as I turned it, I pushed against the door with my shoulder. But it wouldn’t budge. I jiggled the knob and tried again. Nothing.
