22. WRONG DOOR

The door clicks closed and Brent and I stare at each other in the dim light his little light makes against his jacket.

"Brent. Someone saw us!" I whisper to him in an urgent hushed tone.

"I heard." Brent wraps his arms around me and holds me close to him. We stand waiting for the person who called to open the door. A few minutes go by, but the door doesn't open.

"Come" Brent tells me and starts walking away form the door. The small storeroom we are in is very cold. Brent walks to the other side of it and opens a door. Bright light floods the room. The small stoor room we ended up in seems to be an outside shed.

We walk out and Brent quickly closes the door behind me. I stand looking at the door. Still waiting for whoever yelled at us to come barging through the door. Nobody comes.