Luke tried to recognize the room where he and Abel had ended up; he'd been so panicked in opening the doors that he couldn't place his surroundings.
The room was a storage room, well-used and piled high with storage bins, the tall shelves cluttered with activities from children's service and forgotten pieces of décor. Against the wall, huge framed paintings and photos layered into a collage of gaudy frames and bright colors.
So, they were somewhere in the children's wing of the church. Luke shut his eyes and ran through all of the exits from the children's wing, whispering to himself as he counted doors and tried to form a plan to get out when Whitney arrived.
He decided on an escape and let out a deep, steadying breath. He opened his eyes again.
Luke stared at the biggest portrait: a photo of his father standing in the church's courtyard with the garden in the background.