Chapter 46

His throat felt tight, his breathing shallow, and all the old fears came rushing back, all the feelings he thought he had outgrown. He needed to get out, he needed air—he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see, he felt light-headed and dizzy, and he needed to get out, out of this tiny metal coffin, out—

Without warning, he threw himself at the door and beat on it with his fists. “Hey!” he cried out, hitting the door as hard as he could. “Hey! We’re trapped in here. Somebody—hey!”

Roxie pulled him back. “Matt, chill.”

He stared around wildly, until his gaze settled on her. Perhaps his reaction fed her own, but where he was panicked, she was calm. As he stepped away from the door, she rubbed his arm, soothing him. “It’s going to be okay,” she told him, speaking in a low voice so unlike her usual scrappy tone that Matt forced himself to breathe slow and deep, listen.“It will be fine. They will get us out of here and we’ll take the stairs like you said, all right? Just don’t freak on me.”