Chapter 2 - THE STORAGE ROOM PRISON
The air in the storage room was stale and cold. I spent the first few minutes in a state of pure shock, listening to the muffled sounds of the ceremony outside—the applause, the music, the laughter. Then the reality of my situation hit me with the force of a physical blow. I was trapped in a room with no phone, no windows, and no way to alert Adrian, who was likely sitting in the front row, completely unaware that his wife was going into labor in a closet.
Another contraction hit, this one so intense I collapsed onto a pile of folded table linens. The blood was still staining the fabric of my dress, and the fear that my baby was in distress began to override every other emotion. I crawled across the floor, frantically searching the room for anything I could use to signal for help. Every box, every chair, every shelf was perfectly packed, as if designed to keep me isolated from the outside world.
