Then a small, clear voice cut across the dark room.

“If you touch that, everyone in this building is going to hear what you did.”

Adaira heard Chandler spin around.

“What are you doing here?”

Sam stood in the doorway.

She could not see him, but she built him in her mind — the messy hair, the blue backpack, the wide frightened eyes, and under the fear that quiet, immovable courage that had kept her alive for weeks.