That was the part that scared me the most. People didn't do things like this without a reason. Was it my father? His company? My mother? Had Marco gone even further than I'd imagined? Had he orchestrated this the same way he did everything else?
I drove my shoulder into the door.
Pain shot down my shoulder blade and into my arm that it stole my breath.
"Stupid," I hissed more at myself than the door, and staggered back.
I kicked it anyway. Once. Then again, higher this time. The impact rattled my bones, pain flaring up my leg and into my hip, but the door didn't even shudder.
"Why won't this stupid door just open?" I shouted, my voice breaking despite my effort to keep it steady. The sound died the moment it left me, swallowed by the walls.
My legs gave out, and I dropp
