Before Wyatt could respond, a nurse stepped out of the room. She closed the door carefully behind her before turning to address Kori and Wyatt. “She needs to rest. The doctor’s stabilizing her now.”
Kori straightened. “Can we talk to her again?”
The nurse shook her head. “Not tonight.”
“But—”
“She’s in no condition to answer questions.” The nurse’s voice remained firm. “If she improves, the doctor will reassess in the morning.”
Morning.
The weight of that word settled over Kori.
So much could happen between now and then. It could mean the difference between life and death.
An ache pulsed in her chest at the thought.
The nurse slipped back into the room, and the door closed again.
Kori stared at it a moment longer, wondering if there were any strategies that might get her the answers she needed. But there weren’t. Not if she cared about the well-being of the woman they’d found.
Defeat slumped her shoulders.
Wyatt pushed away from the wall and stared at her. “When was the last time you ate?”
The question caught her off guard. “I don’t know, but I’m not hungry.”
Wyatt nodded and motioned for her to follow him. “Come on.”
“Come on where?”
“To get something to eat. You need food. Your brain will work better when it’s not running on fumes.”
Kori almost argued.
Then she realized he was right.
Her thoughts were racing so fast they were starting to blur together.
Still, as they began walking down the hallway, her mind returned to the woman’s words.
They won’t let anyone leave.
Kori pressed her lips together.
Her sister was trapped inside a compound full of armed strangers.
And now those strangers knew someone had found them tucked away in those mountains.
Morning suddenly felt a very long way away.
