Tears seared in Roland’s eyes at the sudden silence. In a heartbeat he pushed the taxi door open and stormed out of the car, racing towards the building with the phone still placed to his ear.
“Lauren,” he called, his grip on the phone weakening.
He stopped halfway, turning left and right, trying to figure out which direction Lauren would make it out through.
She's dead. A voice screamed in his head, but he shook it off.
It can't be. She said, Lauren can't be dead. She's still alive. She has to be.
Roland convinced himself, willing in the tension rising in his chest.
He looked forward to the old building once again. Above, the skies rumbled, dark clouds forming, shielding the sunlight.
Roland's fingers curled at his sides. If Lauren made it out from a basement, then she had to be co
