Lisa checked her phone again, noting that seventy-five minutes had passed since she and Cal had agreed to stick together after they were released from the hotel. She hadn’t been able to send a text, and the irritation and frustration level on the twenty-sixth floor could be cut with a knife.
In fact, Lisa wouldn’t be surprised if someone started freaking out any moment now. Or if she were that person. She’d moved down the hall to talk to Shannon and Charlotte, and then Hope, but there was nothing anyone could do until the powers-that-be said they could leave Sweet Breeze.
She migrated back to Cal, reaching his side several moments later. A sense of comfort she didn’t understand moved through her. She was glad she wasn’t alone. That she didn’t have to go through this alone. That she didn’
