The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.The floor rose toward me. Dante caught me before my knees struck the tile. I fought him with every fragment of strength left in my body.

old chapel, then the east loading tunnel.
The hospital had once been a Catholic charity facility. The old sections had been closed during renovation, leaving a maze of service corridors beneath the modern building.
We hurried to the stairs.
Each step jarred my ribs.
Dante slowed beside me, but he did not touch me.
I hated that I noticed.
I hated that some continue reading …