It was two days before Todd could get out of bed and navigate unassisted. It had been four days since the rockslide. Todd’s internal clock was keeping track. He was no closer to getting into the slave rehab compound. Kayla was a physician here, but Todd doubted she could force him to stay if he decided to leave. She could, however, either help him into the rehab compound or cause a lot of trouble for him.
“There are three people in the rehab compound that match your brother’s description.” Kayla breezed through the ward. She stopped next to Todd’s bed and set a tray on the table beside him. “You need to eat, or you won’t be strong enough to find your brother.”
Todd took the tray, set it on his lap, and picked at the food. “He’s been very sheltered. He’s not going to interact well with st
