21
Dany
The air is knocked from me as I land on hard, cold stone.
“Dani?” Jack wheezes my name.
“Here. Over here.”
He crawls over and runs his hands over me. “You’re alright?”
I move all my parts. I’m sore. Definitely bruised. But I feel okay. “I’m okay. You?”
“I’m alright.”
We look up. We’re in a hole about ten feet deep. There are broken rotted wood boards above us. Slits of light shine through. Jack rubs his hands over the rock floor. “I think we’re in the cellar,” he says.
“Ouch,” I say.
I lie back on the ground and try to regain my equilibrium. Jack leans back next to me. I move closer to him and rest my head on his chest. “I’m going to use you for a pillow. No offense.”
“None taken.” He shifts and pulls me closer.
I look up at the sky. The limbs of the beech trees sway in
