#Chapter89: Angelia
I reached the end of the corridor where a heavy locked door stood.
“I need keys!” I cried back down the hallway.
The guards came up behind me as Matt pulled me back. One of them shot the lock on the door and the door swung open. The damp scent of the basement gushed out along with Angelia’s scent and I ran in.
My stomach roiled, memories I didn’t want to think about surfaced, but I ignored them.
I smelled old water and molded bread. The stench of unwashed bodies, but I couldn’t focus on that.
Angelia was here.
I’d found her.
