The voices stopped. Walking in farther, I checked the room on the right then headed for the opposite side. When I pushed in some chairs to pass by, I spotted Zoe’s friend through the doorway in the east wing. Then my mind registered Zoe being held against the wall by some guy. Her face was flushed, eyes big, and she was silently gasping for air, her hands unsuccessfully trying to push the guy away. I ran to them, not giving a damn that I was bulldozing through the desks and chairs in my way. Her name spilled from my lips, but I didn’t think she heard me. Neither of them did.
