WREN
I stood there for a long time, waiting for my face to stop betraying me before I made myself work home. The feeling that had come with watching those couples die was something I couldn't resist.
I pressed my hand against my eyes one more time, taking a deep breath like that would push back the pain. I told myself I had seen more than this before, I had worked in a hospital where watching people die had become more like a daily routine. But what I didn't understand was why... why tonight wasn't cooperating.
Briggs came out a few minutes later after me. He didn't even spare me a glance, nor acknowledge the fact that I was still standing there. He just leaned against the doorframe and stared out at the empty street like he expected something out there to explain itself to him. Then he
