30. Maddox

THIRTY

MADDOX

Next to me, Hannah reaches out with the hand I'm not holding and tries the other door.

It doesn't move.

There are two more doors, so we sidestep over and try them.

Nothing.

There has to be another exit, a back door, but if these are closed and the lights are off and no one else is here… Then those doors are locked too.

I flex my fingers around Hannah's as we look through the panes of glass. There's no one.

No wandering students.

No custodial staff.

No security guards in sight.

Just an empty campus.

And us. Alone in the library.

Heat travels up my spine, building in my chest, and I turn to face Hannah.