Galen squatted in the hallway, elbows on his knees resting his chin against his laced fingers. He had been staring at the reinforced black door ever since
Ashleigh had gone inside. It had been over an hour now.
He stood up and paced back and forth.
“What do I do?” he asked himself out loud with a heavy sigh.
Galen waited for another hour before he pushed himself off the wall he had been resting against.
“That’s it,” he stated firmly, “I need to check on Caleb.”
He moved quickly before he could change his mind. Opening the door, he wasn’t sure what he expected to find.
He turned his phone on, using the screen as a flashlight as he pointed it where Caleb was chained to the wall.
Where he should have been chained to the wall.
Galen gasped, he quickly turned to the right, then the left. There he found them. Ashleigh sat on the ground, her back against the wall. Her right hand rested on the top of Caleb’s head.
