After a restless night, we decided to head downstairs for a quick breakfast before Kinley’s next feeding. We checked our badges at the reception desk and dragged ourselves onto the elevator. We rested against the back wall and watched the doors close.
We waited. After several moments, mom glanced up at the digital readout of the floor. The elevator wasn’t moving. She started to panic.
We were trapped on the eleventh floor.
I awoke from my daze and looked up. Yep. Eleven. I panned down.
“Huh.”
I leaned forward through the fog and mashed ☆1. The elevator sprung to life.