Chapter Sixteen
The oversize coat hung down over Nola’s hands. But she would need the protection from the rain. She’d already tucked the inner glass to the side. Nola’s fingers slid across the outer glass, slipping on the condensation.
“Please just move,” Nola whispered. What had been such a simple plan when she took the guard’s jacket now seemed impossible.
What if I can’t find the tree in the rain? What if the door is locked from the other side?
Gripping the glass, she pulled with all her might, not letting up as she felt a jagged edge slice into her fingers. Finally, the glass moved and she pushed it aside, sucking on the cut. She would have to be more careful putting it back when she came home.
Nola shoved the helmet onto her head. The stench of someone else’s sweat flooded her no
