THE JAMMED DOOR
He reached the guest suite Marina used during storms and twisted the handle. It wouldn’t budge. Not locked—blocked from inside.
“Marina! Are you in there?”
A muffled sound responded. Low. Desperate.

Alexander didn’t hesitate. He stepped back and slammed his shoulder into the door. Wood splintered, but it held. He hit it again.
Crack.
The frame finally gave way. The door burst open.
And what he saw ripped the breath from his lungs.
