Chapter 9Jenna was able to fight the initial wave of panic that filled her until she arrived at Davis’ apartment again. Only when he shut the door, and she was surrounded by the glow of neon signs, did she finally burst into tears.
“Shh,” Davis said. He cooed. He touched her back with the flat of his palm before he combed his fingers through her hair. In spite of the shh he murmured, he didn’t tell her to stop crying. He knew she had to cry, in the same way he surely cried, when he realized he was trapped here, too.
“How old were you?” she asked when her chest no longer hurt. She rubbed a palm over her tear-stained cheeks.
“For what?”
She gave him a look. He realized he couldn’t play dumb. “Seventeen.”
“And you’re how old now?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“So eleven years. You were trapped here
