She frowned..
She tried again.. And again.. And again.. But it still didn't bulge.
Only after a few attempt did she realize what was happening... She was locked outside.
Blaring thunder cracked in the sky, breaking the silent clouds and the rain began coming down in droplets, growing heavier by the minutes.
Alora was already shivering badly, her teeth gritted and grinded against each other leaving a raw metallic taste to her tongue.
She searched her bag for her phone and she brought it out but the dark rectangular item was drained.. So she couldn't even place a call..
Place a call
... To who... She didn't have Davian's number, she didn't have her own husband's number.
Wait... She Did
The anonymous text but then her phone was down.
"s**t" Alora cursed as the rain increased in tor
