Andrew wanted to board up the windows and lock all the doors; Maria wanted to run and keep running. Neither option was viable, but sitting and waiting was nobody’s preference. Andrew sat in the office staring at the screens, occasionally glancing at the gun, wondering if he could use it again. Wondering if he could kill someone. He knew Mr Paul could and would. Time dragged and yet he felt like he had no time. Maria, too, stared at the monitors, every movement pricking her anxiety. Her nails tapped out a random rhythm on the desk, counting the seconds until his arrival. The air hung heavy with anticipation and trepidation.
The doctor tended to Ellen, and she slept soundly, as did Ted, though only briefly, a nap to recharge. Andrew too was exhausted, as was Maria, but it was she who took c
