VII
lines on the concrete
My ears were still ringing when the fire alarm went off with a piercing cry with more shotgun blasts immediately following. In the middle of that I swore I could hear my phone ringing again so I looked down at it on the carpet right next to me and saw that it was the house calling. I immediately answered but I couldn’t understand what the voice at the other end was saying.
“Hello? Dad? Johannes Feldman?”
“Alyson! Yes, it’s dad Johannes Feldman! Are you still in the building?”
“Yeah, I’m still in the library. Anderson’s not far away, I can hear him.”
“Are you injured?”
“No dad, he didn’t hurt me. When he saw me he passed me by.”
My father let out a massive sign of relief when he heard me say those words but we both knew that I wasn’t out of the woods yet. A
