THE VAULT
BETH
Without a doubt, that was one of the closest calls I have had in a long time — and I wasn't even in the room. I can't even imagine what's going on in John's mind.
I look at him, sitting on the couch, gazing at the floor in disbelief of the events that just unfolded before his eyes. A few scrapes and some bruises beginning to form, and I'm afraid to ask him what really happened in there. I fear that if he relives it all, it will make him question the decision he made this morning to stick this out. He is stronger than he realizes. He was made for this life, even if he doesn't know it yet.
He slowly looks up from the floor. "Well, it looks like I really can't go back to my apartment now."
I could tell he was trying to make a joke out of it, but deep down he was terrified.
