The pictures dropped from her hands to the table as she sprinted out of the room as quickly as she could. She barely didn't make it out of the enclosure and had somehow moved too fast that she stumbled on her own feet and fell forward. Her feet barely missing the steel sores coming together.
Shut.
Firm.
Idalia tried to steady her breathing. She looked around again, feeling like she was being watched. But there were no cameras anywhere. At least none that she could see.
Louie had said that he hated cameras but why couldn't she shake off this feeling?! It was exactly how she had felt on the train with those searchers!
She was starting to feel very agitated now.
She rushed up to her feet, turning before she could even think.
She had to leave this place at once. She had to hurry back to her son. She had spent way too much time.
