Claire's POV
It was Atticus.
My thought process froze, happiness and relief are snaking their way onto my face.
Claire, baby, are you okay?! Where are you? He asks, his rough deep voice on edge. He sounds so desperate and worried, it makes my heart squeeze. I let out a shaken breath.
I don't know where I am- some type of jail or experiment lab? All I know is that crazy Doctor- Flintstone like the cereal- brought me here. They injected me with something- I was blacked out for a while and met a little girl, she's real, but-- I come to abrupt stop in my rambling as large drops of tears slide down my face.
None of that made sense to you, did it? I ask him, eyes closing. I try to pull my thoughts together, and try to form an accurate way to explain what is happening.
Not really, no. B
