Chapter 83
She woke to darkness.
Her head pounded. Her lungs burned. Every breath tasted like chemicals and fear.
For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Couldn't remember why her father's unconscious body was beside her on the cold concrete floor.
Then it came back. The compound. The infiltration. The gas.
The trap.
She forced herself to sit up. Her vision swam but gradually cleared. The room was dark except for a thin line of light under the door. The gas had stopped, or maybe she'd just gotten used to it.
"Dad," she whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Dad, wake up."
He didn't respond. She felt for a pulse. Found it. Weak but steady.
Relief flooded through her. He was alive. Still alive after six years of captivity.
She tried the door. Locked. Solid steel. No way to br
