~ Forty Five ~
Turner stepped to the bathroom door and watched Karen. There really was nothing left to observe. Karen still held the woman though the convulsions had stopped. Carly’s body had gone limp and slumped against the side of the tub. “What’s happening, Zane?” Karen’s voice was low with an undertone of numbness. Turner was wondering the same thing. He reached past them and pulled the plug to let the water drain out. “I think I need to go check on the other building.” “Take me with you,” Karen said, “I don’t want to stay here. I’d like to be with Car again.” The sorrow that flashed over Turner’s face must have been visible. “What? What is it, Zane?” “Your friend may not have made it. I was having a tough time knowing if she was talking about Car or if she was trying to get to a vehicle, but
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