Alec.
As I barged through the double doors of the hospital, Riley followed closely behind me. She followed me out when I told Jackson I had to leave. “Lucy Miles, I received a call saying she’s here.”
“Oh yes,” the young woman behind the desk replied. “Mr. Michaels, right?”
I nodded as she opened the hatch to step out. “She’s in room thirteen; I’ll take you there. The police are also outside waiting for you,” she added.
Why did they want to speak with me? I hadn’t done anything wrong. As we walked down the empty corridor, an uneasy feeling crept up my spine. Riley slipped her hand into mine. Looking over at her, I could see the worry etched on her face. “She will be alright, Al,” she reassured me.
I already knew that. Letting go of her hand, we reached the room, only to find two p
