The room was quiet again. The only sound came from Sally’s steady breathing as she rested her head against Kayla's arm as she was in deep thought. The ropes around Kayla’s wrists rubbed against her skin whenever she shifted, leaving faint marks that stung whenever she moved too much. The place smelled damp, like water had once leaked through the walls and left behind mold.

Kayla stared at the cracked ceiling, trying not to let her fear show. She had been telling herself the same thing over and over: Zach will find us. Kendrick will find us. They won’t give up until they do.

But hours had passed. Days even....