CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
As the horror unfolded once again in front of Sara’s eyes, her vision seemed to become pixelated. It was as if she was looking out of a frosted-glass window. She could make out the bodies slumped on the floor. The pool of blood on the floor. The flashing blue lights outside by the hotel entrance. The staff were milling about and the emergency services were moving around in front of her like thick strokes of paint on an impressionist canvas.
George and the attacker were lifted and strapped into stretchers and Sara was taken by the arm and guided away from the scene and into the back of the ambulance by she didn’t know who.
“Please stay with me. Don’t go now.” She looked up above her and whispered: “Haven’t we been through enough?’ The tears rolled down her cheeks, tak
