Those three words made something in her gut clench. In the back of her mind, she could feel gears turning. His foot was broken. Adam's foot. Her actions. She bit down on her lower lip, feeling the tears in her eyes sting more as she watched him pull himself to an awkward stand. "Okay," she whispered, removing one of her gloves and pressing her fingertips to the alley wall. There was a small door sunken in it, and she wasn't about to try it without testing first.
The sun rose and set twice with no activity, just scraps of paper blowing across the street. Finally, a man appeared, opening the door and peering outside. With two armfuls of grocery bags, he left the door and never returned.
Eyes widening, she withdrew her hand, replacing the glove. "In here," she said softly, trying the door and finding it open. She pushed it inside, peering through the darkness, and found a single cord attached to a light bulb in the ceiling. She pulled it, revealing a very dim storage room. There was an open staircase in the far corner and clutter all around, with several tables. She peered out into the alley and beckoned for him to follow.