She shook her head. This was insane. She was still brainwashed. His hold on her would fade as she acclimated to the real world.
As the minutes ticked by, she sat quietly, her mind drifting.
Mark.
Sir.
She looked down at the envelope with the number printed neatly in the center. There was an old pay phone beneath the clock. Would it even work?
Alana reached into her purse for a quarter.